Ok! I am not really an addict. But I did go to four meetups in a day. Wasn't having the happiest time at home, so carved out some time and space. A quick recap first. My wife has decided to leave the marriage out of a sense of unhappiness and has fallen out of love with… Continue reading Confessions of a meetup addict
I had a good run. Four days of feeling fairly decent and functional. Not too sad and hopeful that I would beat this. Yesterday, it started to fall apart a little. And this morning, was rough. One of the things that happened yesterday was that I really tried to acknowledge my part in my disintegrating… Continue reading I am NOT a victim!
Part of my recovery is based on making or learning to make new social contact. It will give me the tools and the confidence to grow my circle of friends. My hope is to learn what it takes to befriend a person. The mechanics of doing it. The act of pushing myself outside my comfort… Continue reading Awkward Social Contact
I woke up today feeling all wrong. I felt like a failure. I felt that everyone who has known me and will know me will know that I could not stay married to a woman I loved. Things at home have been not too bad. But there are constant reminders that she has moved on.… Continue reading Terrified
Within an hours drive from Barcelona is the must-visit location of Montserrat and the Monastery of Santa Maria . The mountain itself is striking from a distance. For one thing, its jagged, almost like a shark tooth look. Apparently most of it was a river bed eons ago, as evidenced by the presence of aquatic… Continue reading Montserrat
I had never tasted tapas before. And boy, was it good? One of the exercise in restraint for me on this trip was to not plan every detail. So I let my friends lead me to the "Barri Gotic" in Barcelona. The tapas bar seemed to be non-descript and seemed to be full of locals… Continue reading An Evening in Barcelona
Thats going to be my war cry. Each day, I want to close the day knowing I did something that makes me better, stronger, happier, or better looking. Get lean and get cut. Why? Because its difficult, and because I could never do it. Because , I want to feel good about my body. Because… Continue reading A better man , every day.
This is me with a twinkle in my eyes. Struggling on a hike. I am a short guy. And its fair to say, that the extra weight is more than obvious. There was no dearth of excuses, why I couldn't be in better shape. The most common was that I was doing everything I could… Continue reading My struggle with my body – Part 1.
There is room to grow. I thought I was done growing. That I was a mature and confident person, and that my struggles were behind me. My criteria for having become a man were: Find love. Be a provider Have a financial plan. Make money Be a father What I wasn't paying attention to was,… Continue reading A Man. What does it take to become one?