It’s been a long year. Around this time last year, I was
still dealing with the Department of Correction’s strictest level of
supervision, and living with my mother while on house arrest. I was stuck in a
dead-end job that I hated, with no real opportunities in sight. But I was
making the most of it, and things were looking up in a number of ways.
I do a lot of these posts where I reflect on some aspect of
my life—or all of them—as it relates to my life a year ago and what I have
accomplished since then.
I like doing it because it shows me improvement and gives me hope that if I
keep doing well, the following year is sure to be even better.
About a year ago I moved out of my mother’s nest for
hopefully the last time. I moved into a small house where there were already
two grown men living, only one of whom I knew. It was kind of rough at first,
because I like to have alone time, privacy, and quiet, and none of those things
exist in a house with three guys, unless you shut yourself in your bedroom with
headphones on, which I frequently did. After a while, that got old, and for
some unknown reason, my social anxiety started to dispel, and I became more
communal, in and out of the home, probably in part due to my heavy work with a
sponsor and the 12-steps. I got out of my head, and started living the life I
hadn’t been able to since my incarceration and, let’s be honest, for years
before that.
I started writing all of that last night, but I couldn’t
keep my eyes open any longer. I’m off of work today for only the second time in
three weeks. I have big plans. I’ve already been out for a run, and gone to the
gym. I have laundry in the washer and coffee in my cup. At around noon, Heather
and I are leaving for Target Field to join a few associates in watching the
Twins on opening day. You may or may not recall a
post I published last year around this time in which I wrote about my cold
adventure to the home opener with my friends from prison. Well, this year it’s
the same idea, but we three are bringing our significant others this time
around. (For you passionate readers, a side note; Heather and I are working on
things, and it seems to be heading in a positive direction, more on that later.)
Last year the temperature was in the lower 30’s and the wind
didn’t let up for the entirety of the game. The Twins were able to score a run. (The second game I went to last
year yielded zero runs which was upsetting because I had purchased them a run
rack. They didn’t even score a run,
let alone many runs which would necessitate an entire rack.)
This year, the temperature looks fine, but at 3:10pm—game time-the
forecast calls for intermittent showers. Being from Minnesota, weather doesn’t
really ruin any plans, but for fuck sake it would be nice to catch some sun.
I suppose that’s about all I have for this post. Unsurprisingly,
I will be bringing my camera with today, so you can look forward to some great
shots of the field from about 100 feet in the air where our seats are. Until
then…
