Early AM at the hotel, big day tomorrow, gotta make it happen. Walking into work today was tough, it's not easy stepping into your own size 10 1/2s when you feel like you can barely feel like stepping into a woman's 6. Everyone looks at the big guy for stability, like an anchor to a ship, or a lighthouse on a rugged outcropping. It's not easy being that guy every day, and today I didn't feel like it. Tomorrow doesn't look a whole lot better.
Pressure makes things easier though. You know where you stand when everyone else is cooking the same as you are. Nowhere else to go when you have your back against the wall.
Things seem more distant lately, reality keeps slipping on me. I keep seeing the things I want to see, only to find reality infinitely more depressing. Guess its best not to get one's hopes up, keep things level, even, neat.
