I finally have a moment to myself, and I’d like to write.

 I finally have a moment to myself, and I’d like to write. 

I fully admit that I’m not always busy. I have things I could do and I do a lot, but I’m a procrastinator. I could do union work, but it never sounds like much fun. I could go get the late night shake from McDonald’s, but then I have to get up, deal with a possible line and I’m just not sure about that. And lastly, I could try to do something to improve my social life and relationships, but I might actually choose the union work over that.

I don’t know if I want anyone to read my writings yet. It is terrifying to imagine what some would think of my mostly unfiltered thoughts. I don’t really want most of my co-workers to read this as this could lead to negative side effects at work. I wouldn’t worry about that as much, but I still have about 7 months left as union president and I’d like to keep the people I piss off to a minimum (some are unavoidable). 

I’ve taken a lot of writing courses and I’ve written a lot in my life, but not much since I left college some 8 years ago. One question that always stuck with me from one of my nonfiction courses was “Why did you write this?” I had written about taking care of a very drunk woman (as a non-drinker) who was a friend of a friend visiting to party in Iowa City. I didn’t have a good response. I thought the story was entertaining (in an attempt to puke she began to roll down a steep hill and I had to run down to the bottom to attempt to stop her), but I didn’t think of a deeper reason. Maybe I wanted to show that a college guy could also be a good guy who wasn’t just trying to get laid, or maybe I really just wanted to show myself in a good light. Much of personal nonfiction (including this) is very self-serving. 

So I suppose this could find someone who is helped by reading something like this. I am struggling. I’m going through a divorce. I saw my dog (she gets to live with my ex-wife, mutually agreed to) yesterday and she seemed indifferent toward me. I find certain aspects of everyday life to be torturous, like getting my new house in good shape. For some people, getting rid of the clutter would be number one on their list, but I rank it somewhere between 15th and 165th. But I believe that I’m resilient. I still get up every day and get in a run that’s anywhere from 2-3.5 miles and often run after work too. I have passion for my job as a mail carrier, which is going to be the main subject of this blog. 

So hopefully my writings are enjoyed by people and maybe even help people. If not, hopefully I can at least get my thoughts out here and help myself. Either way, I’m excited to start writing again.

-Michael the mail carrier