I know where I want to go and I know how to get there. And I believe in myself

And now being single, almost 35, 8" pierced, I think I can say that I do have my shit together and that I'm not gonna waste time doing anything that doesnt please me, feed me, or fuck me. Because I can do all those things myself. 🦾

and now it brings me inner peace, joy and sets me apart in that I can enjoy the work, sweat and soreness because work you want to do always hits different than the work capitalism forces upon you.

I remembered that I used to do it because I needed some semblance of control over my life. And being medicated with Vyvanse, I have to remember that there's a difference between what brings you happiness and what gives you a sense of accomplishment. And lifting used to be my anchor to a normal life,

Meanwhile I lost the reason I used to be able to go relentlessly and earn my dopamine.
And it wasn't until a couple months ago, where I started to remember why it mattered so much in the first place. How I was able to get to 10% bodyfat and still be a bad ass human, brother, employee, uncle, friend.

My gym doesn't have showers 😕