For the last couple months your Zombie Medic has not been doing so hot, between drama at the Renaissance Festival to dealing with web domains, and feeling like I was being over ridden at every turn, whether factual or not, I was spoiling for a fight and gosh darn it I was gonna get one. The problem is that I didn’t know who I should be fighting, or why.
I started working on getting my world squared away, which involved letting go of my grandfather’s 1950 Chevy truck that had been in my garage since 2007, I had to accept that I couldn’t work on it and there were other things I could and did want to work on. So I did the hard thing, I sent it off to be junked, a secret I can never tell my family out of shame, I did take the emblems and hub caps off it though so I wasn’t getting rid of of it completely, just making an easier to move remembrance. So now I am organizing and prepping to make another trip to the dump next week to be rid of all of that, or maybe make a trip to festival site and use their dumpsters, and possibly take a walk.

We did finally get a name for the guy who caused serious issues for my family, I am sitting on that information for a bit until I start making his life a living hell by signing him up for every bath fitter and email list I can find. Because at the end of the day mischief is what I do and I am good at mischief.

So I am learning to let go of things, its hard because I don’t have that many “things” anymore, I have a lot of “stuff” but very few “things” that define me. Maybe I just misplaced them, maybe I just lost track of time.