I’m a lucky guy. No, really, I am. I’ve got a fiancé that is way too beautiful to settle for a slug like me. But somehow, she has. She has decided to cast her lot with me and I say good luck to that. We have one daughter from her previous relationship. She is every bit as stubborn as I am. I swear it’s like two bulls in a pen … one of us has to win. For now, I’m the adult and that gives me the leg up.
I’m always one step away from greatness. I’m the guy who gets the great interview with say the Department of Justice or a monster law firm only to come out being their 3rd choice behind the guy who graduated Cum Laude at Stanford Law while starting a non-profit to give shoes to amputees in 3rd world countries and behind the gal who was law review editor at Vanderbilt while clerking for a federal judge.
I bitch a lot and my girl lets me know that. Hopefully she is slowly becoming immune to it. She’s calling me out on my shit and that is a good thing. I’m getting lazy. I used to work out every day and now I find every excuse to not hit the gym. “I hate the chachs ….” or “My running shoes don’t feel right …” or “My plantar fasciitis is acting up ….” or any variant thereof are my latest mantras. I feel fat and I am fat. I’m in the military reserves and you’d think I’d be more gung ho …. but you’d be wrong. I’m getting older, my body is letting me know it and I hate myself (or my body for that matter really) for the information.
But I really am a lucky guy. I’ve seen much of the world and can’t wait to see more. I am educated enough to have plenty of options. Having a law degree ensures that while I could go work for a firm, I could also go solo if need be or if I want to. I have that wonderful woman in my life. I have an understanding family. I am fairly healthy in the sense that I can run 3 or 4 miles and not die. I have great friends everywhere. What more could a guy bitch about? I’ll show you here on this blog …..