Pivot.

It's one of those moments.

Less dramatic than years past: I'm not a somewhat-messed-up teen being sentenced to years in jail (suspended), nor have I been hiding vodka bottles at work, and buying duplicate bottles of wine so people will think I'm sipping a glass, even though I'm running downstairs to gulp down another every fifteen minutes.

Instead, I find myself on the verge of altering or continuing various patterns, and I have to... well... to paraphrase AA, I have to be true to myself.

I haven't run or lifted weights consistently for at last two weeks. The marathon is in slightly over a month. I can feel myself forming new, sloth-like patterns.

I've been trying different medicines for ADHD and after a really, really, really bad day/night, I need to decide if I should continue on for two weeks to see if there's any positive effect. Oh, by the way, I think I accidentally took the stuff TWICE in one day, which probably caused the seriously bad effects I experienced.

My company has experienced an explosion of short-term, high-margin sales which, in turn, has drastically reduced our medium-and-long-term projections. There's lots of work to be done, now.

The amount of AA meetings I go to has dropped over the last few weeks, as well.

So, I'm at something of a turning point.

I'm probably going to report in on these things on a daily basis, in summary format, whenever I post to this here blog.

I'm still feeling dizzy and strange... but I not so bad that I can't fake it.

Okay, then.

Love to all. Even you, the guilt-inducing dude who I should probably listen too more often.