I’ve been working on another website lately. It’s called The MANual, and it originally started out as a guide for a friend, but it’s become one of my favourite personal projects as of late. I’ve even been tempted to write more about myself… As proud as I am of the work I put into it, the content itself has forced me to look and think closely about myself. Certain unpleasant truths that I have to deal with. I don’t regret anything… I’m just not happy that my hand was dealt with such cards.

I don’t know how I ended up on Reddit again, but there we go, I ended up on Reddit again. I think what’s happening is that, after I finish job searching on my phone, I just automatically drift to something else for “lighter reading”… and that’s Reddit. Then I find something really interesting, and I get frustrated that my AppBlock has just shut it off in the middle of my reading it, so I disable the AppBlock, and… …forget to re-enable it.

I’ve just gone ahead and uninstalled it from my phone. I don’t use Reddit to really keep up with Twin Cities goings-on anymore, I can go outside or check Facebook or Instagram for that. I am going to miss the r/titanfolk memes and commiserations at the tip of my fingers, but convenience isn’t always a good thing.

Life is progressing somewhat slowly. I should be grateful for that; I have this opportunity to enjoy things while I’m still in-between jobs, I can’t just spend all my time on Reddit. (I’ve actually been doing better about not wasting time on Reddit, according to AppBlock’s statistics.) But I’m sick of it. I don’t want to waste any more of my time on this.

It’s funny. It’s been what, five days, since I’ve last written anything… I did so much… …I didn’t feel the need to write about them. I guess I’ve just been too busy just, living? I’m unemployed and yet I feel busier than ever,, ha… …Maybe now, I can really be in the moment. Things have changed, I’m not so compulsively checking things anymore. Today I’m going to mount the new kitchen shelves; I already put up the new produce baskets the other night; got myself a cute green 3-tiered shelf, too, slim thing, I keep baking supplies and other grains and similar staples on it. Oh, and cans of beer and root beer. You can never have too much Udofot.

Life is good, and I’m not nearly as stressed. I’ve just become more demanding on myself—and that’s good, that’s really, good. I genuinely think I need that.

I don’t regret being like this, for Ant, but maybe one day…