Just a man… walking on the beach… carrying 182 lbs of my former poor life choices.
91 lbs in each hand.
Previously worn as a full-body emotional support system.
I used to carry this 24/7.
Up stairs.
Into cars.
Out of breath.
Into denial.
Now I hold it for 20 seconds and my arms are negotiating surrender terms.
My knees have stopped writing hate mail.
My back has cancelled its revenge tour.
My lungs are no longer working overtime like unpaid interns.
Turns out… I wasn’t “big built”…
I was just a human storage facility.
Anyway… if you see me walking light and fast these days…
it’s because I finally evicted two full suitcases of nonsense. 😄




























































