And in March, he rested.
My friend Blood and I have a lot of discussions about discipline. He’s probably the most disciplined person I know. He can work out with a hangover, stick to any goal he sets for himself, and can quit anything he wants to quit like it’s something he never wanted to do in the first place. I am…well, I guess, I’m the opposite.
In March, I rested. Sort of.
Hey, maybe I deserved it. Because of the ground shaking in Chile, March became the first month since last September that I wasn’t on the road. It was a bit of a blessing, as I had a side project going on that was taking up a lot of my time. A week-long trip to South America would have probably been a little much.
But because I wasn’t traveling, I took the excuse–outside of the work I do to keep my family in diapers–to sit back and do the lazy things I enjoy. I ate, I read, I watched movies, I played disc golf, I played cards, and I caught up on countless things that I didn’t get to do because I’ve been on the road.
And only because I promised myself I would do this every month…here’s the boring minutiae of my life for March.
Exercise: Spring got me outside for seven rounds of disc golf, but that was about the extent of the exercise I got. It’s pathetic and something that will have to change soon. The wife and I are planning a nice little 10th anniversary trip for this year. I gotta get down to newlywed weight, right?
Freelance writing goals: A combination of factors combined to make this a light month on the freelance writing goal front. I wrote a ton and did a bit of research, but nothing with a byline emerged.
Books read: The Road ; Game Change
Movies watched: The Ant Bully; Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang; California Split; The Spanish Prisoner; Braveheart
Documentaries watched: Our Brand is Crisis; The Union; Hearts of Darkness: A Filmmaker’s Apocalypse; Touching the Void; Bukowski: Born into This
Travel days: This one rules: ZERO.
Live poker hours: 44. It was a fairly profitable month and puts me in a good spot for the year. If not for one disastrous ill-advised game, it would’ve been my best live month since last June.
Personal grade for the month: C-