Horse close up

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Sometimes shit happens and it makes you feel like an idiot, and a failure. And you realize just how much you wasted and how much you promised that wasn't even close to where/what you thought it was.

Sometimes you put enormous amounts of personal capital and work into something and the results end up being "fuck all" and all you can feel is embarrassed, stupid, and angry.

I guess what I'm getting at is that's its ok ,and at some point that's just how shit is going to unfold if you try to do something useful.

Doesn't mean you will end up with what you hoped for, and that's really just part of the process most of the time.

"get back on the horse..." feels trite, but it's really all there is. Give up, or keep going are the options on the table.

I'm not fucking giving up so...

Day 225 of #100pushups challenge complete 🤙

About 1 min rest in between sets.

Set 1: 50 (6 lb weighted)

Set 2: 30 (archer)

Set 3: 20 (knuckle)

Right there with you… no replacement for a steak

Many benefits to lions mane though

Absolutely. It’s a delicious mushroom

You could almost be forgiven for thinking this is a steak… it’s definitely not a steak nostr:note17d05jr23mzeapmc8mn34kt2jdv2t5yav84z28lc75j6c3888w2tqz4p6yu

TGIF

Did you just do this now? Are you looking for a participation trophy?

Politics:

Tyranny by your guy is unacceptable.

Tyranny by my guy is ok.

Mochi for the kids

Love and appreciate your parents. We are so busy growing up; we forget they are also growing old.

Weekly reminder.... Call them today if you still can. Don't wait.

This is a rough cycle. Mentally as far as I'm concerned we haven't had a a bull market since 2017. 7 years of meaningless chop ....as always there's light at the end of the tunnel, but just when I think we're reaching the end, we round another corner.

Not sure if other hodlers are like me, but I find it difficult to live in the moment. I do my best, but it's almost as if my life is on hold until we have a raging bull market. There are places I want to travel, a home I want to build, but instead I'm stacking and waiting, and the years are going by.

My first child was born around the last bull market, I've spent the majority of their life obsessed with bitcoin, stacking sats, and waiting for our "real life" to start. I still think I've been a good husband and father, but I know I could be better. Unable to ever fully be present, that nagging hope of a better future always in the back of my mind.

As bitcoin cascades down today in yet another liquidation wick, I can't help but reflect on the past. Perhaps we're all destined to be Moses, wandering the desert for 40 years, the imperfect saviors of our individual tribes. We'll be remembered, but only our children will ever reach the promise land. Could be worse I suppose. I still don't think that's very likely, I think we very well might be rounding that final corner of the tunnel, but I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that that might not be true. Perhaps there's another 33 years of wandering.

I love when good people win.

It’s a blurry distinction maybe but there’s an obvious difference when you’re in the thick of a full growing season pushing 16 hour days, 7 days a week! Once you begin to grow food for other people and not just your own needs, there’s a transformation and it becomes who you are more than anything else I have ever done in my life.

I have become tolerant of not being heard