I mean, new.
I ate 3/4s of a pint of generic ice cream without a spoon last night. In my car. I ate it from the pint container on the way home from the grocery store. A discount grocery store. Once I scrapped the top part with my teeth and couldn’t get lower in the carton, I pulled out a pocket knife from my console and cut half of the top off. Problem solver. Hell, half of it ended up on my pants.
Then, of course, I cooked a frozen pizza and ate 5/8ths of it straight off my kitchen countertop. It tasted like a shoe insert and cheese. I added some of my new hot sauce (www.hfs.store) and it tasted like chicken wings. I was proud of myself for saying no to the last piece. Wellness goals.
Remind me that I need to schedule a colonoscopy. I have canceled the last two appointments.
Why, you ask, do I eat like an eight-year-old diabetic child?
Well, it was the last day of the month and quarter and thus, today, I start afresh. Is afresh a real word? Or is it a fresh? Whatever.
To put my life in perspective, I have slept on a blow-up mattress and my 4” down pillow topper for the past six days because I threw away my old mattress. It was too heavy and I didn’t want to move it. So, I tossed it.
Then I went to Target and bought a blow-up mattress. Here is the odd thing, the damn blow-up mattress is the most comfortable bed I have ever slept on and I keep wondering if it would be weird to just keep the $78 blow-up mattress instead of buying an adult bed.
I also sold my couch. Do I have a couch in my new place? Nah. Will I buy one on Facebook Marketplace? Eh.
I don’t like having stuff. I also like to move every six months. As I was lugging useless stuff up a flight of stairs yesterday I kept thinking why I don’t just rent furnished places or stay in Airbnb? Well, for one, I hate Airbnb. I am a hotel guy.
I love change. It makes life fun. You folks who have lived in the same house for 35 years blow my mind. Sure, financially wise but adventurously dumb.
So, what is my point?
Today is the first day of a new month. The first day of a new quarter. The first day of…you get the idea.
The grand finale. Holiday season. A chill is in the air. The future is bright. You should move.
Or at a minimum, do something that makes you feel radically alive. Cook a roast, jump out of an airplane, write a song. Quit your job, buy a ticket to Vegas and go to that gigantic LED ball thing, or kill a deer with a gun. Whatever, just do something cool.
Do More, Eat Less.
That is my new mantra for Q4.
Do More, Eat Less.
What about you?
Trey
PS I changed the name of my blog from Run Red Lights to Trey Goes Global so don’t be alarmed. As I mentioned, I like change.