A bit of a pulp narrative

 My life got really out of balance. I got to several points of having no money, very little daily movement (only short walks with Deena), almost zero socializing, an incredibly significant amount of weight gain (it jumped up when I quit smoking, and has stayed up because my body is so out of balance). So much was stagnant. I was trying to push something forward that just wasn't moving, and I kept doubling down on pushing which just doubled my devastation that it wasn't moving. So then I moved

7/20-8/9 - Break for Colorado. 1st sit in Denver. Got my ass to Colorado. Gave me 3 weeks to hunt for jobs. Found the job title I wanted to go after. Hunted places to live until I realized I wasn't ready to settle somewhere yet. 

8/9-8/14 - Trusting in the Trees. 2nd sit in Woodland Park (Colorado Springs, up the mountain). When this came through I realized this might actually work. Perhaps my ability to always find a place to land is something I can just rely on and not worry about. Did a little more job hunting but let some of the dust settle from my initial push. Took an interview. Actually enjoyed my environment.

Night of 8/14 - Camping in Collins. had nowhere to go. I had come into Denver to meet the next dog I was going to sit. Now what? Well, I decided to drive up to Fort Collins and camp there. I fell in love with all the trees and found my next sit in...

8/15-8/17 Bandaid in Breckenridge. This was just a weekend. It felt more like a bandaid sit. I needed to be somewhere. It was beautiful, but I didn't particularly appreciate being there so much

8/19-9/9 Surrendering in Denver. Back to Denver in the RiNo district. This is where I got to clearly get back into the job hunt. I had 3 interviews while I was here and did get a job. It was the one I really wanted. It actually wasn't what I though it was, but it was the one I went after the strongest (it's going well, by the way). This stay is where I started to really surrender. I let myself feel the pull of the future I wanted. I did a lot of waiting, but it felt like things were moving. So I let them move and I let myself wait. Before leaving here I kind of fucked up my body a little bit on a walk.

9/9-10/2 - Working and Walking in Fort Collins. Right to Fort Collins. The most beautiful stay up to this point. This is when I actually started working. One of the building blocks to getting my life back in some kind of order (that order is yet to be determined still, but I'm excited for it). Receiving a salary bigger than I have in at least 7 years, and maybe the biggest in my life. Remote work, 10x4, working no more than 2 days in a row. This is the stay where I realize I'm not doing much on my non-working days. BUT I wasn't doing much at all before this. I realize I'm letting my system adjust to this singular new habit? Whatever I want to call work. Anyway adjust to this one new event and let that be enough for these three weeks knowing I'm going to keep rebuilding. I also got my body back in working order by walking the dogs each day. When I started my whole lower body was just in rebellion. So I used these walks and the extension of these walks to coax my low back and pelvis back into so kind of alignment.

10/4-present - Breathing in Breckenridge. Back to Breckenridge. I've known I need to get moving again. And the only movement that appeals to me enough right now to actually do it is walking and hiking in nature. So I manifested this stay in Breckenridge, on the edge of a forest with a dog that loves to hike off leash (as is my and my dog's preference as well). Every day I'm walking in the trees. It hasn't been long yet, most particularly because it has been hard to breathe. Not only because of elevation - maybe least because of elevation (9600 feet). More because the fascia on the front of my body has been so compressed and so shortened for so long I am open mouth panting every time I walk these dogs on the gentle trails around the house. I did do some intentional fascia-moving cupping the other day and that made a HUGE difference. I believe continuing that will get me into real breathing shape in the next couple weeks. So, my mission here is breathing. I really haven't been breathing. It's no wonder my life has been out of balance.