My sticking point is sleep. Why? because I dont want to sleep. There is no time for it. Its a waist of fucking time and a cruel joke by the gods. Those fuckers only give us a short time on this rock as it is, and then say, "Hey bitch, 1/3 of that time needs to be sleepy time, bitch!" Well, they will win in the end but until then, they can go fuck themselves!
I never get more than 6 hrs of sleep, and now, even if I do manage to to get to bed early, I still wake up in 6hrs. So, I'll say fuck the gods and I'll just fuck this pie the way it is. THEN, as I move towards the gym, I look around at the 101 unfinished projects around my house I bum myself out even more. THEN, I take a breath and shut my stupid mind and listen..............nothing. Nothing but the sound of the breeze thru the trees and the occasional jet above. I look at the trees across the street that used to be a field. I look at carvings in the poplar tree that my son Mike carved. I look at my dog Munchy getting old now, and at the yard where a few other beloved dogs lie. I think to myself, "paradise", then apologize to the gods, lol. Then I'll pick something up and put it back down with less than 6hrs of sleep behind me, or I wont.
I no longer fear a slump. I'll embrace the next one. I fuck the slump, the slump don't fuck me!
We wont talk about aches and pains, lol.