The Reset Button Lives (at a Cabin in the Woods)

Looking back, I think that the purpose of the running stage of the abk journey was to test both my physical and mental limits. (I hate running, so I know it wasn’t for enjoyment.) After running a 5k, 10k, half marathon, and 2 full marathons in various stages of illness and injury, my biggest learning was that when I think I am at my limit of what I can accomplish, I am nowhere anywhere close. But having said that, the stretch limit can only be stretched so far.

Starting over and designing a new life never felt like a daunting task to me. If anything, it felt exciting. Freeing. Not knowing a soul in Coastal Mississippi, I figured the blank slate would be amazing for all of the things I wanted to do with my life, and at worst, it would be a little lonely to start. But in time, I knew I would figure it out.

What I did NOT anticipate was that, along with having another child, all of the things I had been slowly, patiently building towards would ignite at exactly the same time. I love juggling so many exciting opportunities, but…

After working a full day last Sunday, practicing, and then trick or treating for what felt like 26.2 miles, I crashed. Four and a half years of abk ideas and actions came to a head about 8pm. For someone who wakes up every day between 4:30am and 6am, I went to sleep Sunday night hoping there would be a PM behind when I finally woke up.

I crawled out of bed around 10am Monday, satisfied but still sore and mentally groggy. I slowly took the dogs down the stairs, wondering whose idea it was to build a house 23 feet in the air. As they wandered through the palm trees and plants, I sat down on the bottom stair and took a deep breath.

Business at the course is booming, and I have two jobs. Make sure every person that walks through the door has a memorable experience, and make sure we are always getting better.

I can’t believe how many people want lessons. I’m completely booked. With a waiting list. And now I’m turning people down.

I’ve got to take the week off from playing. My feet, elbows, knees, and back are so sore. I’m physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. I’m so close to my next milestone, but I really need to rest.

What am I going to write about this week? Well, this, probably. Writing a journal entry about being fried seems like a great idea.

Man, I’m really enjoying messing around with the SportsBook on Saturdays in CasinoTown. I’m decent at it, too. My previous side hustle has now turned into more than full-time, so I need a new side hustle.

It’s been a minute since I’ve gone jet skiing. I’d love to go ride a few more times before it gets too chilly.

What about all of my other creative ideas? I’ve got a million things I want to do. And travel?

So I did what any reasonable dad would do. Mama! Get the kids! Let’s go rent a cabin in the woods next weekend. Fall leaves, good food, crisp air. Time to chill and recharge.

(Oh, and no golf clubs or wi-fi. It’s time for some new inspiration.)

Have a great week.-Benj

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One thought on “The Reset Button Lives (at a Cabin in the Woods)

  1. Weekend sounds perfect with that beautiful family of yours, perfect. But don’t forget to slow down and breathe, you’ve paid your dues in that arena. You’ve got time & have earned your way to enjoy your life. And you’re still so young. WoW! Your life sounds like where you want to be.

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