The Break Away Experience

 You have to know how to roll with the punches. With corporate property management hiding fees until you read a lease agreement, with "ghost job" postings, managers who don't show up when you go to a scheduled interview, property managers who don't show up to a scheduled viewing, homeless shelters, going to the wrong campus, and so on and so forth. You have to keep going. When you hit a brick wall you climb. When you hit another one you jump, amd claw, and scratch. You have to grind. But to have the motivation to grind you need to know why you're doing it. Its been hard down here in the city. But I have purpose here. I'm so grateful to be away from Idaho. The gossip, the shit talking, the two faced hypocrisy. I feel as though I escaped a dead end existence and purpose has been infused into my life. I can't even understand why I wanted to drink so much. Well... maybe I do. My life was going nowhere. So through it all? I'm thrilled to be independent agai...

 We walked the plains together. We witnessed the death and the chaos. You, my readers, and my friends, reached out when I was literally in a hole I found while the coyotes swarmed and snarled.  We hitchhiked together. We were attacked, jailed, belittled, and shamed.  We crashed cars, escaped hospitals, experienced heart ache and capture.  All this for nothing? No. I refuse to believe that. You see... The Break Away Experience is my literal DREAM! I think about it all the time. However, the way I went about things the last time was ALL WRONG.  I was a man spiraling. I was a man hurt, lost, and confused. I thought the BAE was a movement, a cause, and an answer.  Remember "Find Yourself. Conquer your fears. Learn your limits. And meet your God"? I sure do. But I let my ego get in my own way. I don't want to be a leader. I want to be a friend to those who are like me. And I need a solid foundation if I'm ever to help another.  So I'm back in Spokane. This ...

 I'm getting rid of my Socials and have decided not to pursue my other blog. Im sick of hearing myself talk.  Much love :)  -Joe

 I've said this before, but I am concluding this blog. For this next phase of my life I'm starting  10yearsacrosstheriver.blogspot.com Only a few days left to go until I start the next phase of my journey. 

 I was doing really good in Spokane. I was making a ton of friends, I had a spot, a job, I was enrolled in school, and was really plugging into the community there. And I REALLY love that city.  I just don't like Sandpoint at all dude. I only came back for my ex gf and my legal issues.  Now that I've reached a point where I'm COMPLETELY over my ex and now that I'm COMPLETELY done with my legal issues I feel like I can finally say I've accomplished what I set out to do here and can just focus on me. I miss my Buddhists friends really bad too. And my sponsor here was my ex go's sponsors husband. To me that was just weird.  I like the recovery a lot more in Spokane too. I just fit in there. I don't fit in in Idaho. Not really anyone's fault. I just don't fit in here. It feels like some retiring community for old white people.  I like cities and I like Washington. And Spokane is the coolest city I've ever lived in. So that's where I'm headed ...

 I'm going back to California.  Maybe Flordia eventually, but definitely California.  Fuck Idaho dude. I only came here for that girl. Fucking stupid walking away from the life I was building in Spokane.  But I had to because I was technically "on the run". Now that my legal shit is clear I really have no reason to stay here. I'll miss my sister, but I can't just base my life on her. Fuck her autism. If she wasn't autistic she may have come with me to California too. Or Florida.