As most people will know, I was studying a Sport and Fitness degree, which I withdrew from, and was planning on taking a personal training career path at some point. Well, I’ve since decided that I’m not doing that now. I can’t explain why I’ve come to that conclusion, but can say that I know it’s the right conclusion. Now I’m back in a position of not knowing what to do with myself. There are several things I may be interested in but of course I’m very cautious now about jumping straight in and later changing my mind.
I set about today making a start on my bike project, preparing the bike itself for the paint job. But let me firstly say that I have made more changes in what’s happening with the project. Now I’m doing it on a completely different bike!
About two weeks ago, I posted about my upcoming bike project, outlining what I wanted to do with my cheap Muddyfox hybrid. For the most part, nothing has really changed, except the actual paint job and some of the items I’ll be upgrading. The biggest idea change I’ve had is the paint job/theme.
As some people know, I purchased a bike a little while ago. The idea was just something super cheap to get me out as I can’t run for a while (plantar fasciitis). I spent about £170 on a cheap Muddyfox hybrid (which they then dropped the price on further, much to my annoyance), after reading some decent reviews. I had intention of mostly just using it to get from A – B (1km each way to work) or a lap or two around the town to get in some exercise.
A while back (okay, quite a while back), I wrote about myself and social anxiety. It was the first time I had really told my wider circle of “people I know” about it. The post basically doesn’t exist any more. I read it about 2 years later and I shook my head, thinking I just didn’t do a good job of articulating what social anxiety was like for me.
2016 has been a big, BIG year for Zeta and I. It’s very hard to put into words just how big it has been for us. But I will attempt to.
A huge part of my social-anxiety is my self-consciousness, especially in social situations. Those situations can range from interacting with someone I know well, to talking briefly with someone at the supermarket checkout. Annoyingly, it isn’t enough that I feel nervous in these situations but I also become quite noticeably awkward. I wanted to write a bit about it, so for those that interact with me will understand me a little better.
There’s one thing that almost no one knows about me: for the past 10 years or so, I’ve worked almost exclusively as a cleaner. Not for those 10 years entirely, but on and off. I have about 5 years of experience cleaning. One thing has always been consistent through those years: everyone looks down at you.