I am terrified of setting this goal. it feels not unlike updating my glasses or getting back on the horse with dental work. really anything that gets to my sense of value as a person becomes difficult. It feels like sometimes it can take a whole year to set one appointment. I spend my whole career trying to unsuccessfully motivating others to move forward on their life goals and dreams. I help them identify what their value system is and align that with their actions. Now I find myself twenty, thirty, fourth pounds overweight. I still run often for mood regulation and personal enjoyment but I find myself stuck in this rut with nothing to dream about, no race to strive for which is typically what I have on the books to motivate me in other things. It all makes sense after all - I'm a father of a two, almost 3-year-old and a 7-year-old and we've moved a couple times in the last few years. the last move was tough and I medicated it with bags of candy in the evening after the kid
Not too long ago I lived in the Puget Sound Region. My wife and I bought our first house in Bremerton, WA intending to make that our community for the foreseeable future. After 13 of my own moves, some after I got married, I didn’t want to move again. But the wintertime depression was crushing, killing, unsustainable. No amount of running or pharmacology or use of natural supports was going to be enough to endure them, much less than thrive in them. My wife, myself, and one toddler decided to leave liberal Western Washington to try our hand at living cheaply, in the sun, surrounded by a white Christian nationalist supermajority county in central Arizona. More than one of our friends objected to the idea. But the Seattle area was done with us so we fled for the sun anyway. We visited Arizona frequently before and during the pandemic. We researched it as a geographical solution to our vitamin D deficiencies. We had family in Prescott, found that housing was affordable and