Such an interesting journey life can be...
So I'm sitting here waiting for my ride to work. We're going in during the afternoon because everyone (cept me) went to the funeral for my boss's wife. I feel bad that I didn't go, I had to get some rest and work a little on some personal issues.
So yesterday I bullied the family into sitting down and talking about what is going on with the family business. It's not failing, but it's barely afloat. It WILL fail without some changes, one of them being communication and having meetings like this.
I had to perform as arbiter between mom and dad because they get upset at each other a lot when stuff like this is talked about. We worked past it and had a lot of progress, which we sorely needed.
Mom told me that I'm basically carrying the household with my income from the woodmill, which is the only reason why I shouldn't just quit flat-out and come help at the shop with sales and fabrication. ...I'm not sure how to feel about this. I just want to help things get rolling with the family business so we can all not worry so much about money and go about making our lives better.
I had a long talk with my alter-self and... We realized things are going very well in my/our life. We have the love we've always needed (whether we admitted it or not), a good job, relative good health, and more potential than we've ever given ourselves credit for.
...I know, it's kind of creepy to refer to one's self in third-person perspective. But in my situation, it's pretty much unavoidable.
My head feels so empty and quiet. Just the sound of the boy-child climbing around on a happily napping ex-monster. No more village in my head, just a church and a sandbox. *sigh* I'd miss them all, but... They're still with me in a fashion, probably in a more healthy way, I think.
My brother helped me clean my room last night. It's almost done, and I'm trying to get used to not walking over and through junk. We're about a third of the way through, and sometime this week I need to take all the stuff I'm donating into the DI (Deseret Industries, think of it as a Mormon Goodwill). I've gotten rid of over half my clothes. I realized most of them were things I never wore, just something I held onto because it was green o.o'
I have a box of stuff I get to send to my loving fiance' this weekend. *wiggles* I hope she likes it. There's some books and stuff, I hope I'm not sending her junk *chuckle*
...I'm getting bigger. I was 175 last month, and I'm 178 as of yesterday. The little chub-tummy I was trying to cultivate is gone. My girl is gonna kill me 8( But my clothes are fitting tighter and the other day I felt my man-boobs jiggle when I ran down the stairs. I've never had man-boobs to jiggle before o.o
This is without working out, just taking supplements and working a very active job. Johann wants me to work out with him, we think it'd be good for us to spend brotherly time together and get bufted *chuckle*. I need to acquire some uh herbal supplementation to help expidite the sibling bonding. *nods*
Well, I have a bunch of stuff I could be doing while I wait for my ride. I'll update this again when I get the time.
Much Monkey Luv, Beechaz!
So yesterday I bullied the family into sitting down and talking about what is going on with the family business. It's not failing, but it's barely afloat. It WILL fail without some changes, one of them being communication and having meetings like this.
I had to perform as arbiter between mom and dad because they get upset at each other a lot when stuff like this is talked about. We worked past it and had a lot of progress, which we sorely needed.
Mom told me that I'm basically carrying the household with my income from the woodmill, which is the only reason why I shouldn't just quit flat-out and come help at the shop with sales and fabrication. ...I'm not sure how to feel about this. I just want to help things get rolling with the family business so we can all not worry so much about money and go about making our lives better.
I had a long talk with my alter-self and... We realized things are going very well in my/our life. We have the love we've always needed (whether we admitted it or not), a good job, relative good health, and more potential than we've ever given ourselves credit for.
...I know, it's kind of creepy to refer to one's self in third-person perspective. But in my situation, it's pretty much unavoidable.
My head feels so empty and quiet. Just the sound of the boy-child climbing around on a happily napping ex-monster. No more village in my head, just a church and a sandbox. *sigh* I'd miss them all, but... They're still with me in a fashion, probably in a more healthy way, I think.
My brother helped me clean my room last night. It's almost done, and I'm trying to get used to not walking over and through junk. We're about a third of the way through, and sometime this week I need to take all the stuff I'm donating into the DI (Deseret Industries, think of it as a Mormon Goodwill). I've gotten rid of over half my clothes. I realized most of them were things I never wore, just something I held onto because it was green o.o'
I have a box of stuff I get to send to my loving fiance' this weekend. *wiggles* I hope she likes it. There's some books and stuff, I hope I'm not sending her junk *chuckle*
...I'm getting bigger. I was 175 last month, and I'm 178 as of yesterday. The little chub-tummy I was trying to cultivate is gone. My girl is gonna kill me 8( But my clothes are fitting tighter and the other day I felt my man-boobs jiggle when I ran down the stairs. I've never had man-boobs to jiggle before o.o
This is without working out, just taking supplements and working a very active job. Johann wants me to work out with him, we think it'd be good for us to spend brotherly time together and get bufted *chuckle*. I need to acquire some uh herbal supplementation to help expidite the sibling bonding. *nods*
Well, I have a bunch of stuff I could be doing while I wait for my ride. I'll update this again when I get the time.
Much Monkey Luv, Beechaz!