Party Goose
My birthday last week at Park was all around raucous. Although I always manage to embarrass myself somehow, I still had a great time. Having work off the next day helped considerably. Lord knows why I insist on calling people long after I’ve been reduced to the point of gibberish.
So beyond the usual cloud of worries that nag at me I’ve begun to feel the weight of two more specifically. Money & Health. These are pretty basic, and somewhat hand-in-hand, but I find myself farther and farther from my goals. Here’s what I want with health, satisfactorily and idealistically. Satisfactory would be to get back down to 200 lbs. or about 15%, which while entirely manageable I seem to be unable to get the ball rolling on. Ideal however is another story. Is that even real?
Money. Hmm. So many goals and yet so little compatibility. I guess I have to choose between two scenarios. One is Okinawa centric, involving me spending likely most of my money here and when traveling. Though souvenir and memory rich it leaves me close to penniless when I return to American shores. The other is to focus on the return and save up for an ambitious all country road trip. If I manage to outdo myself and save up excessively I would like to begin again the Mustang project, though a situation permitting that would likely be a year in the making, but would definitely complete the setting.
A third way is to compromise, but I get the feeling that I would be more satisfied by just falling one way or the other on the issue. A monkey in the wrench, so to say: I may not even be staying out here in Okinawa per my plan, the possibility is that I’ll be returning to sunny San Diego again. I’ve already got web orders to go, it’s just up to whether or not my extension request is approved.
Of course, seven months in Iraq and $12,000 would make all this worry moot.