This past weekend the wife has been away at some BS training. This left me alone with the dogs for the weekend.

Friday:

-Had some lite plans with couple dudes that fell through so I said fuck it and went to a movie alone (probably first time alone in my 38 years). Enjoyed the movie.

Saturday:

-I fasted from 8pm friday till about 7. Felt good to discipline myself like that. I already do time restricted eating which helped

-Buddy came over and we started mocking up the rear diff in the race car project, I'm getting excited to see things start to come together on this.

-Did a few hours of house/yard work groceries etc. OYS

-Good bro who is also on a RP journey of his own came over for dinner, we had a fire out back and talked about life till about 1am. Only had one drink. Good times.

Sunday:

-Slept in a bit.

-Did some chores.

-Took the dogs to a car show then to a park where I hung out and red a book in the sunshine. Alone again but felt really chill.

-Said fuck it and went to Deadpool 2 in the evening.

-Its cruise night here so all kinds of cars and bikes out Sunday evenings it was cool do drive around a bit.

-Was gonna go home but said fuck it and hit up a local blues bar. Ended up having a convo with some dude from out of town for a bit watched some awesome music and was home by 11:15 and asleep about 15 mins later.

Last night it occurred to me I literally did everything I wanted all weekend and nothing I didn't. If people were with me it was cool, if they weren't it was cool. I don't know that I've ever lived like this and I fucking loved it. Did I fuck the wife or some random? No. Did I just chill in my own frame? Yes.

I guess the moral here is that I've spent so many years modifying my behavior/desires to match what I thought someone else (often wife) may or may not want, that I don't even know what it is I really want sometimes. Haven't felt that content with shit in a long time.

Did everything I wanted and nothing I didn't...