My Super Tuesday in Cleveland, OH

It started out rough! And that was because of how Not So Super Monday ended, also in Cleveland, OH. So I'll start there, I guess.

If this past Monday had a face, I wouldn't punch it, but I'd point a stern finger in the aforementioned face and tell it to fuck off! Sorry for the language right off the bat, but there were no other words; trust me, I looked for them. I'll spare you the grisly details, but I'll say aside from maybe two highlights, it was loaded with B.S.

But then came Tuesday... I took Tuesday off of work; not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. I had some unwanted guests I had to eradicate from my apartment. HINT: One of them enjoys cheese and peanut butter. Well, enjoyed cheese and peanut butter. (R.I.P. Mighty... or Mickey... or Danger... I didn't come to a conclusion on a name.) While I was garnering the tools needed for my other eviction, I bounced around town a bit. I went out and hit the polls (it was the Ohio Primary) and reveled in doing civic duty, sticker emblazoned on my outerwear. I shopped healthy; picked up some fruits, some proteins, some fruit juices, etc. Felt good about that. (We'll see how long THIS version of Ryan Being Healthy goes.) And I spent some legitimately quality Me Time. If I had seen my Primary Care Physician, I trust she'd have ordered some up for me.

I specify the Me Time as "quality" because I feel like there are times that "Me Time" isn't always of a good quality. This time definitely was. I relaxed. Took in the day and made a concentrated effort to remain unencumbered by business or drama or drama... or drama. (Strange how that's such a recurring theme in adulthood, right? Maybe it's my own fault I feel surrounded by it most days, but I feel I do my best to ignore it. Better yet, avoid it. Drama is a persistent stalker; it seeks attention relentlessly.) I got what I needed done done. I invested in myself a bit. I relaxed (if you consider following politics relaxing). I caught up on the goings-on of the world (again, politics, but remained calm and hopeful that our votes as Americans counted). I really feel I got the most of the day, in spite of it setting itself up for disaster.

If you checked my resume, or better called some references, they might tell a contrary tale. Trust that I'm very aware of my tendency to make mountains out of molehills (there's a Molehill-To-Mountain range named after me spanning from Central-Florida to Northeast Ohio). But I bucked that trend today. For good? I'd bet there will be a relapse here or there. But why not take My Super Tuesday in Cleveland, OH and make it a jumping-off point? Sounds like a worthwhile venture.

RL
3/15/16