Month: March 2026

I’ve been trying to start this post for the last three days, but life has been a bit messy.

First, yesterday I had nerve pain in my neck that nearly put me out of commission. The image you see above was what I picked up at the drugstore on my way to work, just to get through the day.

I don’t want to get into it too much, but I’ve had neck problems most of my life. About fifteen years ago, I noticed I had fewer issues once I started lifting weights, and frankly, that’s one of the reasons I am so committed to weightlifting.

Nope. It’s not “farting,” read it again.

I’m kidding, of course, but it gave me a laugh.

Anyway, if you don’t know what a Penny Farthing is, I’m about to share some knowledge I gained all because of my recently turned 15-year-old son.

I thought a few days away at The Arnold would be refreshing. Instead, I’m in full zombie mode, and I hate it.

I feel like I’m moving through the world with no purpose. Okay, that’s a bit dramatic, but you know what? This is my blog, so I’m going to throw myself a pity party.

I came across a quote that completely stopped me in my tracks. It not only inspired me to paint, but it sent me down a rabbit hole into poetry, which is not something I regularly read.

The quote is: