Hit a wall today at work. A lot of things on my mind, bummed out before I got there, and then had to spend the day grinding the slag out of used rims. Baseball catcher-position all day, head buried in a constant shower of sparks and serious noise.
The dudes could tell I was f***ing over it. They came up with a solution: everybody out at 3:30, found the closest bar, talked about some shit and had some beers. They told me what I needed to hear. Feel a lot better.
Still miss my friends and family. Still miss Austin. Still can't stand the idea of changing how I operate, of forcing myself outside of my comfort zone. But I do feel better.
