It’s My Life

Tag: unsettled_feelings

  • Moving at Geological Speed

    These days, I move a little slower myself.

    Some of that comes from disability.
    Some of it comes from getting older.
    And some of it comes from living through enough hard moments to realize not everything needs to happen at full speed.

    Because of that, I see the world a little differently now.

    I used to get irritated watching retirees inch through parking lots like they had nowhere to be for the next thousand years. One careful step at a time. Shopping carts moving with all the urgency of continental drift.

    Now?

    I get it.

    When your body hurts, balance matters.
    When your brain has been through trauma, rushing has consequences.
    When you’ve survived enough life, speed stops feeling impressive.

    People don’t always see what slower movement costs someone.

    They just see “in the way.”

    They don’t see:

    • the careful footing
    • the dizziness
    • the joint pain
    • the exhaustion
    • the mental calculations happening every second

    Sometimes getting through a grocery store is the workout.

    Sometimes just being upright in public is the victory.

    And when you’re older and disabled, you become both things at once: the retiree moving at geological speed and the person silently trying to make it through the day without falling down.

    That changes your perspective.

    You start noticing how rushed everyone is.
    How impatient the world has become.
    How uncomfortable people get when someone can’t move at full speed anymore.

    But here’s the truth:

    Slower does not mean lesser.

    Some of the strongest people you’ll ever meet move carefully because they have to. Every trip outside the house is planned. Every ounce of energy matters. Every good day is appreciated differently.

    There’s also something freeing about no longer worshipping speed.

    You stop racing quite so hard.
    You notice more.
    You breathe more.
    You realize most things people panic about can wait another thirty seconds in the King Soopers parking lot.

    The funny part is, somewhere along the way, I became that guy.

    The one moving a little slower through the parking lot.
    The one thinking carefully before stepping off a curb.
    The one people impatiently steer around with their carts.

    Years ago, I probably would’ve noticed someone like me and thought:
    “Come on, man…”

    Now I understand there’s usually a story behind the slower pace.

    Sometimes it’s age.
    Sometimes it’s injury.
    Sometimes it’s survival.

    A lot of people are carrying more than you can see from ten feet away in a grocery store parking lot.

    So yeah.

    I am that guy now.

    And honestly, I’m just grateful I’m still moving at all.

  • Marshall Tucker Band

    The “V8 engine into a cowboy boot and pointed it toward sunset” line is the kind of sentence people remember because it sounds exactly like the music feels.

    I’d only tighten a few things for rhythm and flow:

    • change “You screw me on the Marshall Tucker band right Home” since it reads like voice-to-text turbulence hit black ice
    • remove the duplicated section

    “Take the Highway” by The Marshall Tucker Band absolutely moves. The second that opening rolls in, it feels like somebody dropped a V8 engine into a cowboy boot and pointed it toward sunset.

    And that flute from Jerry Eubanks? Totally unfair advantage. Southern rock bands were out there fighting with twin guitars, and Marshall Tucker showed up like:
    “Cool… but what if the outlaw had a flute solo?” 😂

    The thing that makes it hit so hard is the combination:

    • driving rhythm
    • clean guitar tone
    • highway momentum
    • zero wasted space
    • that laid-back confidence instead of trying too hard

    It sounds like:

    • windows down
    • mountain air
    • 1970s interstate asphalt heat shimmer
    • “we’ll get there when we get there”

    And unlike some classic rock tracks that drag on while everybody auditions for the same solo, “Take the Highway” keeps pulling forward the whole time.

    If you like that lane of music, you’d probably also crank:

    • Green Grass and High Tides
    • Jessica
    • Highway Song
    • Train, Train
    • Can’t You See

    That whole era understood one important engineering principle:
    A song should feel at least 12% better if played while crossing Colorado at golden hour.

  • Daily Journal — Thursday, March 26, 2026

    I feel uneasy today. There’s no clean reason for it, which almost makes it worse. Just one of those low-grade, background feelings like something’s off and I can’t quite tune it out.

    Maybe it’s the constant noise of the world lately. Maybe it’s politics creeping in again—hard not to notice when names like Donald Trump keep circling the conversation whether you invite them in or not. But if I’m being honest, it’s probably not just one thing. It’s everything stacked together.

    It feels like standing in a room that’s just slightly tilted. Nothing is falling over… but you know it could.

    Mentally, I’m pacing today. Physically, I’m here—working out one way or the other. Doesn’t have to be pretty, just has to happen. Movement over mood.

    Hash oil shipment is in. Just need to pay and pick it up—maybe this afternoon. A small mission on the board.

    “In time, Padawan… in time.” Even Yoda had to remind people to slow down and trust the process.

    So that’s the plan today: stay grounded, get the body moving, handle what’s in front of me, and not go chasing every uneasy thought that shows up.

    No heroics required. Just execution.

    Let’s see how this one plays out.