So, after several months of effort and ascetic lifestyle I THINK I'm finally getting ahead....
Back into training, off the gear, much less whiskey consumption and I'm a little less soggy around the physique, a little more firm in the head, and have finally got my debts under control... of course, I'll never be what I was (age does that haha), but the benefit of a life spent in the pursuit of fighting fitness & football fanaticism (even if only periodically) is that one has a solid foundation that never goes away, it just needs to be reawakened every so often
As for the money stuff, well I've spent my life skating along on the skin of my arse so there's nothing exceptional there, but fuck it'll be nice to grab a few luxuries, take my shitbox car for a road trip, and hit the town for 'one of those nights' . I'm fucken GAGGING to get outta this dog-box I'm living in!
The next thing is: work. Jeezis, what a mistake I made entering the world of security specialisation in a Defence context after mature-age matriculation from university. Sure, it stoked my ego initially but, fuck me... what the fuck am I gonna do now? I can't stand the kind of people I have to work with, and I don't have any other skills that'll pay my way (and I can't go back to physical work, too old, too injured
)
*Sigh* Reckon I'll tough it out for the next year as I get my TESOL certificate, then piss off to Montivideo.... perfect! A ferry trip away from Buenos Aires, and hours and hours of gorgeous beach to drive past on the way north to Rio - wish me luck!
Back into training, off the gear, much less whiskey consumption and I'm a little less soggy around the physique, a little more firm in the head, and have finally got my debts under control... of course, I'll never be what I was (age does that haha), but the benefit of a life spent in the pursuit of fighting fitness & football fanaticism (even if only periodically) is that one has a solid foundation that never goes away, it just needs to be reawakened every so often
As for the money stuff, well I've spent my life skating along on the skin of my arse so there's nothing exceptional there, but fuck it'll be nice to grab a few luxuries, take my shitbox car for a road trip, and hit the town for 'one of those nights' . I'm fucken GAGGING to get outta this dog-box I'm living in!
The next thing is: work. Jeezis, what a mistake I made entering the world of security specialisation in a Defence context after mature-age matriculation from university. Sure, it stoked my ego initially but, fuck me... what the fuck am I gonna do now? I can't stand the kind of people I have to work with, and I don't have any other skills that'll pay my way (and I can't go back to physical work, too old, too injured
)
*Sigh* Reckon I'll tough it out for the next year as I get my TESOL certificate, then piss off to Montivideo.... perfect! A ferry trip away from Buenos Aires, and hours and hours of gorgeous beach to drive past on the way north to Rio - wish me luck!
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That's really encouraging from someone with a physique as superb as yours Tita
Did you get your book yet Maddy? I hate waiting....