I’m in a good flow right now. Haven’t really done anything to encourage or discourage the current here I can feel the flow.

It’s a solid vibe.

It’s not hard to describe you know when you’re floating downstream as opposed to fighting the current. I’ve mentioned in other blogs of how I slowly transition into a newer download of myself after the charcuterie holidays. I’m sure it’s a lot of mental (in my head) but it really does feel like a molting of sorts. I said 2026 would be a defining year for me without any other explanation. I’m unable to see into the future but I can mold it in my mind.

I can manipulate it. It’s not magic y’all. Find something you want to happen and follow the trail markers.

Found out we had to move about a week ago and we’ve found our new home. We’ll be Augusta rd folks for a bit no more N main NPCs. I love N Main and most of the people except for my asshat neighbor but I’m not a fan of zigzagging in and out of the all the cars parked roadside. It’s never made sense to me why someone would pay $750k for a home and park your car in the street. $750k on my end of the discussion and you wouldn’t be able to see my truck from the road.

Anyhoo

Flowing

We are moving on the same exact day we moved into this house 5 years ago. I enjoy a good cycle. This home did what it was intended to do. I’m rested, mostly healed and happy. That says a lot. Moving is a good way to remove a lot of old stagnant energy that you’ve been carrying around with you. I’m emptying out closets, boxes, cabinets, storage and gear that no longer have energy with me.

A molting of possessions

The house is a newer built cottage style. It’s like most of new age Greenville the neighborhood is a gentrified sandwich between Anderson st and Dunbar. 30 years ago I wouldn’t have driven down this street at night. Now I’m buying matching drapes and rugs and eyeballing window boxes for the patio.

Deli was decent yesterday still not busy but the energy was good.

Flowing

I’m not getting into my feels about it. I used to. I still can but I won’t.

Sold my camper top last week. In a funny episode of “I’ll never sell this damn camper top” I found myself last week exclaiming in my head that I won’t be able to sell this camper top anytime soon. I own a third generation Tacoma with a 6 ft bed which is a unicorn of sorts with Toyotas. Someone with the same exact style truck as mine has to see my marketplace ad, like the price of my listing and also has to bring an extra fella with them to help unload the 170lb topper.

I posted it last Friday. As I was walking into my deli Saturday morning I was a little overwhelmed with the thought of moving and finding a place to store my topper. “I’m not going to sell this anytime soon” was repeating in my head. Before I opened my door I said aloud “you’ll never sell this topper if you believe this”. I thought “fine!” and just let it go.

2 hours later someone reached out about it. 22 hours later a black third generation Tacoma with a 6 ft bed pulls into my yard. Half hour later my topper was on its way to Asheville.

Odd way of saying this but things flow so much better when you stop giving a shit about control. Maybe that song in Disney’s Frozen had it right the whole time.

Let it go

I’ve never been good at that.

But

I’m getting there

My tent that I had for sale is on the way out too. Exactly one week after the topper.

Flowing

I’ve started a rather difficult calisthenics routine in lieu of weights. Listen, all of you gym rats that love throwing around heavy weights, I’m happy for you. I’d strongly advise you to change your routines while you’re younger.

Flexibility. I can’t say this loud enough.

I’m not selling courses.

Something about doing a 45 second squat with no weights make my knees sing. My knees used to be shit. All that trail running while trying to PR squat. I’ll never put a bar on my back again. My legs are actually bigger than they used to be. That’s not saying much my old man wasn’t a leg man. I can still kick a 6 ft tall man in the nose though. I may limp for a week afterwards.

My next two weeks will be deciding what else to discard from my life physically and mentally. Boxes in the attic that hold memories that no longer matter, chipped furniture with dead energy, clothes that no longer fit my lifestyle.

I’m honestly excited. Moving is a great way to discard old habits and loops. That’s my jam right now. New routes to work, new grocery store runs, new places to eat, new walking patterns, new place to plop my ass on a cushion and philosophize.

I can dig it.

I’m flowing

It’s more than a feeling. Boston is still in my ears. This is one of my favorite songs of all time. Deeply coded. Tom Sholz had a Masters in MIT engineering. Built his own studio in his apartment basement. Their first album was produced out of that basement.

What a flow.

I’m working today. I’ll be smiling the whole time.

Come see me.