Pub

I'm sitting at a small pub tucked away just around the corner from my house. You wouldn't expect to find a pub here. You'd expect to find a line of houses on this quiet street, and there are several houses, but all the same, a pub tucked in the middle. I got here just as they were closing the kitchen, but they still made me a burger. I got a Sam Addams to go along with it, and a water. I needed that.

I just got done with traffic school, and it was a giant waste of time, though the teacher was very good and exciting. The reason that I ended up in that classroom was because I knowingly broke the law and I got caught. I didn't need to be reminded of what the law was. I knew I was breaking it when I broke it, and I wasn't mad when I was caught. That's part of taking risk. You fail sometimes and you pay the consequences. But I feel that it is a weak excuse of a man who doesn't take a punishment for something he knowingly does. But I took the class, listened to people speak about the obvious dangers of driving, and then went my marry way.

Today ended up being one of those days where I have to fight my thoughts less they get the better of me. I have been rather content with the way things are going in my life right now. I love my new house, I relatively enjoy work, though I'm still planning other ventures on the side, and I'm feeling at peace with the new disciplines I have taken on in attempts to improve the darker sides of my life. But I have also accepted with peace the complications that my life has been yielding. As a result, I feel that I am getting stronger and more passionate. I'm not ready for my vocation yet, but I'm getting closer every day.