I was back in the woods for a lumber today, and I’m not going to lie to you; it was pretty much just like the rest of the week. Cold but moderate temps, snow on the ground, the sun behind the grey clouds, and my fat ass stumbling down the trail in search of miles in my feetz.
I will spare you any more details of another dull hike, but I will say I did hit my (abbreviated for winter) 20-mile weekly goal, and that leaves me with three days to hit the trainer in the basement and to slack as needed.
In other news, today marks three months since I put the ignorant in what has become my 2025 Ignorance is Bliss Tour.
What does that mean? Well, if you haven’t been following along, I will refresh.
I found out that Fuck Face got elected at 3:40 AM on November 6th when I looked at my phone whilst taking the now-deceased Jake (The Dog) out to do his business. It was at that moment that I decided that I’d had enough and that I would no longer pay attention to any world or national news that did not apply directly to me, my family, and my overall happiness.
I could surely make up a sweet flow diagram on the things I allow myself to pay attention to, look at, or read about that have nothing to do with B, Wifey, siblings, family, and friends.
It’s pretty much this:
I’m on the Web or TV; can I look at it?
Is it football (soccer)? Yes.
Is it photography? Yes.
Is it outdoor hiking/running related? Yes.
Is it bikes? Yes.
Is it food/cooking? Yes.
Is it boobs and lady bits? Yes.
Is it beer? Yes.
Is it music? Yes.
That’s it. Fuck anything and everything else. Also, does anyone NEED anything else??
The things you think about determine the quality of your mind. Your soul takes on the color of your thoughts.”— Marcus Aurelius
I know that sounds extreme and indeed pretty ignorant (thus, The Ignorance is Bliss Tour), but I have to tell you that I am more than OK with it because I have never felt better. In fact, I have indeed found ignorance to be bliss.
None of this means that I don’t care, but I had to stop obsessing about things that are out of my control. Some people can do it, but I can’t. Anxiety and depression have ruined large chunks of my life, and I’ve worked hard to come out the other side with my marriage, family, friends, and life still intact. Beyond these words, I refused to let Fuck Face or the people who worship and think like him get one ounce of my thoughts anymore.
You have power over your mind – not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength. ― Marcus Aurelius
I’m also married to a brainiac who works for the Feds as well as for her union, so she keeps me in the loop with things I actually need to/should know better than any talking head on TV can.
Speaking of Wifey, she’s working up in Traverse City today, so I need to get the hookers (we’re just friends) paid and out of the house, clean the sheets, and flush that mound of blow down the drain. I also need to fold laundry before Spurs play Liverpool in the second leg of the cuppity-cup-cup later. We’re gonna get crushed, I know it.
#stayignernt or at least stop giving so many fucks.
Later.
P.S. Shout out to Marcus Aurelius for the ancient words of wisdom.
NOTE: This post has been updated Friday A.M. because I somehow fucked up a date. I say “somehow” but we all know it’s because I’m an idiot.