Paranormal may

I see time marching forward in the way my hair is now a grade 1 all over, the fact my son is almost 7 and the muscle weight I've put on over the last ten months. Each day is another drip less from my bucket. 

I'm happy but exhausted from investigations, overtime, gym and acting with my boy. I sleep well though too. 

With the paranormal convention coming, I'm constantly wondering what to discuss on the night. But I'm excited about it rather than nervous. 

I'm trying to get our team ghosthunting again and learning from what we find. There are so many teams in action that I've no interest in competing with them.  I just don't know how many are genuinely learning from it. 

Early night tonight due to tiredness headache. 

Can't complain

I'm finally getting some writing done. I'm sending a chapter here and there to a lady whose a friend of mine and always inspires me to make an effort with things. Because I know someone is reading this tale, I feel spurred on to finish it. I'm enjoying it so far. Also we hope to have a couple of great locations to investigate soon ghost wise. 

I'm being rather creative of late. 

I almost weakened last night and got Sky for the 33% off deal but couldn't decide on movies or box sets. Both packages totalled £25 and shows that it's worth quitting sky for a year to get a better deal. Anyways I didn't choose and went to bed instead. 

I hit the gym of course today and worked to failure with lesser weights to give it the fullest rip. I'm making progress with my bulk this time and am looking forward to my first cut in a couple of weeks. 

With any luck, I may even get to meet the object of my obsessions of late, a girl who I've become me smitten with may be coming on an investigation. It's up to the heavens to steer that one.

Things are good. But I do have less day now that I get my muscle building sleep in favour of staying up.

I guess that's the compromise you have to make. 

A quiet life means it's all going well. 

Can't complain. 

Don't believe the hype.

Today I saw the proposed poster for the paranormal conference which will be happening as part of the Keighley Festival 2015 and it had my name in large letters at the top. This is due to my team mate being the one creating it. I'm touted as some sort of paranormal expert and it had me straight on with messaging him back saying it was a joke. Nobody is an expert in the unknown-how can they be, it's unknown! I know that he was just trying to make it look good but my team mates where mentioned much further down and in tiny type. Obviously, there was a tiny bit of me which s that it made me look good but for the most part I saw it as damaging to me with the thought of everyone seeing through it. I did the give it my blessing at all and asked to be put alongside the team but he refused saying I deserved the accolade and even when I sent it to a friend privately to moan about it, she also said it was something true. 

Now I know why I hear people say they fear being found out. It also makes me see how easy it is to have others believe what they read. It's all in the marketing. 

Now that the poster has been officially advertised, I guess it's out there so to speak. I just hope I don't get called out on it. 

That said, I did screen shot it for the sole purpose of a memento, seeing as how it'll never happen again. I shouldn't fight it really, but it has no factual basis. 

Things are going well though it seems. I have kept up with my paranormal blog so far and I'm planning a ghost story in private for a friend. Maybe that will be the one story I write in my life. 

I had some overtime to do today and my cold subsided enough for me to go to the gym which I was very happy about. After the few days rest I was shocked to see I'd increased in strength and not weakened. That gave me a buzz. 

I have much to write in these next few weeks and hope to get my head down while the inspiration takes me. 

I'm happy in myself but still have my inner demons lurking beneath the surface. Without having a partner I don't see my bad side at all really. It's only as soon as I interact with others that I see my differences. 

God I'm trying to be the best ME I can be. I find my son to be an inspiration day after day. He has a wonderful way of 'rolling with it' which has become my mantra. Happiness is always out there, you've just got to seek it out in each moment. Plus there's still time for anger and bad vibes if used constructively. I channel my anger in the gym as I blast hatred led music into my ears as I lift weights. It's cathartic. 

And isn't life just about using all your tools correctly? 

A place for everything and everything in its place.