Almost as soon as I finished that last job, I was planning some quick escapes as well as a trip out west so that Skye could celebrate her birthday with some of her "L.A." friends and so that I could get up in the clear fresh air of the Sierras and gaze upon the Pacific.
That job managed to bring up a lot of my "issues". It clarified a couple of them, confirmed a few, and some managed to go from clear to murky to clear and then got muddied up again.
It's been just about a week since I've been off and a bunch of my "stuff" got dropped off yesterday. How, what and why I've amassed more things is, well, kind of a centerpiece to today's blog-post, or at least an integral part of the conversation.
I was working on becoming a Certified Fitness Instructor so that I would have another way to generate income, not to mention it's something I have always wanted to do.
I now have a Georgia driver's license and joined the IATSE local here so that I could get hours towards my benefits and yet I ended up working the past couple months under a Local 44 contract and have worked only around 10 days as a Local 479.
I ended up working a ridiculous amount of hours, which was good for getting my benefits and making some quick cash but meant that I had no time to exercise or practice the various talents I had been adding to my repertoire.
To compensate, I ended up buying stuff; informational, collectable, practical stuff, so that when I did have more time, I would be able to more aptly pursue my previous goals.
Funny thing about how that line of logic does/doesn't work.
One of my intentions had been to incorporate circus skills into fitness training when I became a personal trainer, giving me "niche" as it were. This somehow grew into developing a hand-balance act which then grew into becoming a vaudeville-style strongman.
Which spawned a trip to Ohio.
I have always been fascinated by the circus and have been involved with strength training since I was in my teens.
And work has always interfered with both interests. I tried to pursue both interests in an off-kiltered manner, ushering for Le Cirque du Soliel and being a clown at children's parties and then working at a gym and at an aerobic/dance/yoga studio, but my "professional" life would end up having me move furniture and all sorts of odds and ends, which unbeknownst to me at the time, would get me in really good shape and build me a very solid core.
Enough with the back-story(pun intended), when I first read about the strongman picnic a year or so ago, I thought it would be so much fun to attend, but at the time, we were still in LA and a trip to northwest Ohio for a picnic seemed a bit excessive. And while it still is a bit far-fetched, now the timing works out and there are a couple of other reasons to make the trek.
On our first road trip out to visit Cindy in Atlanta a few years back, Skye and I dipped down into Florida, just so she could say she had been there.
And then we went a few mile further, so that she could say she had been to the highest point in Florida, Britton Hill, which at 345 feet was lower than our house in LA.
When we reached said destination, we found a flyer for the Highpointers, a group that collects summits or rather the high points to each of the states. Skye and I jumped on board and currently have bagged 14 high points.
Campbell Hill, Ohio's high point is right on the way to Bowling Green and the Great Black Swamp Olde Time Strongman Picnic. And maybe, just maybe we'll veer off through West Virginia and amble up to Spruce Knob.
“ "Go West, young man, go West. There is health in the country, and room away from our crowds of idlers and imbeciles." "That," I said, "is very frank advice, but it is medicine easier given than taken. It is a wide country, but I do not know just where to go." "It is all room away from the pavements. [...]" ” —- Josiah Bushnell Grinnell
We have been in Atlanta for almost a year now, and have made many wonderful friends and been involved in several amazing communities. It has become like home, and yet it isn't our home.
For me, I can't be so far away from the coast, from being able to gaze on open water where the horizon goes on forever. And maybe, I just don't want to settle or stay in one place.
But of course, I am only a part of this equation, and for Skye, Los Angeles is home, it's what is familiar. It's where her friends are.
We were all ready to head back on March 6 and then, well first Cindy landed a job and then I picked up that pilot.
We'll see what happens this next time around.