It’s been a long night for PsychoKitty #6832. Actually, it’s been weeks since this kitty has had a good night of sleep. How could he? His mind is constantly wondering and gets fixated on anything that interests him. On top of that, he takes uppers to stay locked in. Sometimes a little edge never hurts.
He missed the Bitcoin train and is determined to be a part of the next wave. #6832 has spent countless hours studying Ethereum charts and trying to figure out why gas fees exist.
He is tirelessly searching for fulfillment. As his friends take stable 9-5 jobs, this cat pours his late night earnings into different coins and projects. No one understands his vision, but he doesn’t care.
PsychoKitties are inquisitive by nature and find passion in the process. The world looks down upon them because they find the traditional path boring. From the outside #6832 seems lost, but he will find his way.
In a world full of successful kitties, PsychoKitty #35 looks in the mirror and wonders what he’s doing wrong. He’s always been the life of the party, but now he feels stuck. Unforgettable nights have turned into dreadful days full of regret.
Anxiety has been eating at him, and #35 is not the type to be vulnerable. This kitty keeps everything in because no one will understand. Relationships are being ruined because of this camouflaged mental illness.
He is drowning in untapped emotions. Motivation for tomorrow has turned into a pessimistic outlook. #35 is realizing that his reality is depressing.
PsychoKitties are flawed by nature. The intense ups and downs of life make it hard to find the right path. #35 is going through the struggle, but he will get through it. Even though it seems like he is all alone and lost in his thoughts, PsychoKitties have each other’s back.
Over the past few years, I have encountered highs and lows that have made me into the person I am today. Life does not care about timing, which makes it hard to reflect on situations in the moment. However, each and every experience is an opportunity to learn about yourself. And for a while I struggled with who I was as a person. This series will attempt to break down the aspects of my life that have been monumental in my journey of growth.
How do you react to unfortunate events? Do you leave your comfort zone? Why do you portray yourself in that way? What scares you? Have you evaluated your perspective? When do you celebrate achievements?
Risk, Anxiety, Love, Complacency, and Leisure are the facets of my life that bring relevance to the beauty of imperfection. I’ve been mentally stuck in situations that caused me to have a pessimistic outlook on the future. Minor professional success created an arrogant side to my personality. It was more important to care about my people than it was to focus on myself.
Reel Randy is flawed, but loving. Willing to grow, while prone to failure. Perpetually conflicted, yet lives with decisions.
This will be an outlet of expression that I hope brings clarity to my thoughts and feelings.
It’s funny how distant the moon and the sea appear. At first glance, they seem to be unrelated, able to exist on their own. I mean the moon is literally over 200 thousand miles away from the Earth and the depths of the sea have not even been fully explored.
These two beautiful, naturally occurring bodies are more connected than what meets the eye.
You see, the moon causes high and low tides. When the moon and the sea are the closest together, their connection is so strong that the waters are uplifted to new heights. What is crazy is that high tides are also the result of the moon and the sea being at their most distant point from one another.
A high tide can bring fertilization, but it can also bring destruction. A high tide can bring waves of excitement, but it can also bring about an unrealistic lifestyle based on short-term riches.
A high tide is confusing.
Somewhere in between a strong bond and a memory with the moon, the sea reaches his lowest point. The waters seem lost, with no direction. It would be so easy to be on one of the extreme ends of the spectrum, but how can he choose?
The confidence, familiarity, and love that comes with being close to the moon is so desirable at this point. And the thought of breaking away further is exciting and filled with possibilities of what could be.
Who’s to say the sea won’t become stronger, deeper, and more understanding without the moon? Maybe the sea needs the moon, but it’s time figure out the currents on his own.
Sometimes the moon seems like a scapegoat, always there to blame for the shifts of spirit.
While the sea is stuck deciding between which high he wants, the waters become stagnate. Dreaming of the ends of the rainbow has led to a dry reality. The sea is receding, going nowhere but down. He is sobbing, drowning in his own tears.
Who do you care about?
Who will fight for you?
Who do you know will always be in your corner?
Learn from the moon, and love her for the journey. The moon is in your life for a reason. Navigating the waters of life are impossible without reflecting on your current situation. Dream big, but never forget about now.
The Coronavirus pandemic is causing this time in our lives to be a very unique experience. Daily routines have been derailed. Grocery shopping is an anxiety filled battlefield. Coughing and sneezing are looked at with weary eyes. Gloves are being worn to the gas station. No sports are being played. Working from home isn’t as easy as you thought it would be. Hanging out with friends means sharing a zoom link. And I can only watch so much Netflix.
Boredom is setting in.
It has been (and still is) a struggle to keep sane during this quarantine.
I’ve been keeping busy with work which has helped me wake up with a purpose. I made myself a long list of work projects that I can do from home and knocking them off one by one feels good. Also, the dynamic of virtual collaboration has been interesting and isn’t the worst. The face time atmosphere always makes me smile for whatever reason.
Cooking is also a highlight of my day. We bought more than 15 dozen eggs before the stay at home order, so breakfast has been on point. My breakfast bowls include eggs (of course), sausage, turkey, spinach, and knockoff Canes toast that I found at the store. Our fridge is super stocked with all kinds of meats and things. I’ve made a 3 different kinds of roast in the crock pot: pork, beef, and deer. The deer was the best. Last night I made a stir fry with chicken thighs and it was bomb. I can honestly say that I’ve never cooked myself dinner this much. I like it.
Since we are being told to stay in our homes and to practice social distancing when we go out it is easy to get into a habit of watching TV shows and playing video games. I have been watching the new season of Ozark (which is wild), Dave (which is hilarious), and Westworld (which has me questioning the nature of my reality). It has been nice to be able to watch all of these cool shows, but if this was all I was doing in my free time I would go absolutely insane.
My body needs physical activity. Not only for my joints and muscles, but for my mind. Exerting physical energy has really been helping me deal with the boredom and repetitiveness of the quarantine life.
I have been going on runs through the park, biking through the neighborhood, and I even put together a back yard gym using cinder blocks and dumbbells. It is really nice to sweat outside in the sun. The best part about exercising during the quarantine is the feeling of refreshment after I am done. I think that it is easy to get down on yourself during these trying times, but a quick home workout could you some good, both mentally and physically.
With this being said, there are more activities that I would like to do that I think could help with my mental health.
I want to read more. I am almost finished with the book Outliers by Malcom Gladwell, but I have yet to pick it up during this quarantine. I really need to get back to reading it. I get bored in life if I am not learning anything new, and reading is a way for me to learn new things.
I want to write more. I find that I can really express myself though writing and when I am not expressing myself my mental health really suffers. It is a good feeling to be able to put my emotions into words. I guess it makes them real in a way.
I want to build something. Putting together a mini home-workout gym with cinder blocks gave me a sense of accomplishment that I want more of. I found a broken basketball goal on the side of the road the other day. The back board has a hole in it. I am going to figure out a way to fix it.
All in all, this is a wild time in our lives. I haven’t been able to hangout with any friends in weeks and that is really driving me crazy. I am seriously worried about my loved ones catching the virus. I feel like life has been paused and I honestly do not know what to do about it. Is there a right way to go about this? I don’t think anyone knows. All we can do is try our best to make something positive out of this negative situation.
I have been battling to find what I truly care about. It seems like it should be pretty easy to know what you are passionate about, but it has been (and still is) an on-going process. Maybe I have been going about this the wrong way. Maybe passion is something that happens naturally, and no amount of brain power can change that.
Its excites me to say that I spent time yesterday picking up trash at one of my favorite places in the world, Lake Martin. It wasn’t until my gloves were moist and there was garbage swamp juice on my jeans that I truly realized how much I care about cleaning up the place that has produced so many great memories.
On top of that, this day of swamp care kind of just happened naturally.
Earlier in the week on my way to work, the idea to clean up the lake hit me in a very realistic way. Instead of just having the thought that it would be really nice to help clean up at the lake, I actually texted a few of my friends to see if they would be down.
Their responses made me so proud. They all gave me an enthusiastic yes! Of course my friends would be willing to spend the early part of their Saturday to help with a good cause.
I’ve got some good friends.
Wait. People have confirmed. This is really happening.
So about 10 people are coming to help, but I really don’t have any experience organizing a clean-up effort. So I did what anyone in this situation would do…I googled it.
Google Search: “What do I need to clean up the lake?”
Volunteers – check.
An enthusiastic leader – oh lord that’s me. okay check.
Supplies (trash bags, gloves, etc) – gotta go to Walmart.
Map of the area – nah lets just wing it. I am sure we can figure it out.
Water – check.
After going to Walmart to buy the gloves and trash bags, I realized that we need some type of stabber to get the trash that is out of reach. So naturally I went into my garage to see what I had.
I immediately spotted makeshift perfection. 2 gig poles that we use in Grand Isle to get flounder. These will do.
Saturday morning hits.
Last night was roughhhhh. I did some regrettable things. But there was no time to recover. Keisha and them will be over in 20 minutes. I gotta shower and get everything ready.
I wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of last night. Everyone arrived hungover lol.
It’s one thing to wake up early on a Saturday to pick up trash. It’s another thing to do it while fighting a hangover. This just goes to show the will of all the people who came to help. Again, major shout out.
We pull up at the lake. 3 vehicles deep. Squaded.
Lets do this.
First thing we do is open the back of my truck to get the supplies. Turns out that the water cooler that Chad was in charge of fell over and completely spilled.
Chad had one job.
We informally break up into groups and start walking the path. It was truly astonishing to see the amount of trash people just throw on the ground. I still can’t believe that people to this day willingly litter, especially at a beautiful place like Lake Martin.
The group found beer bottles, styrofoam cups, candy wrappers, soda cans, fishing tackle packaging, and even an iPhone (to name a few).
I would say that we were out there for about 3 or 4 hours. We collected about 12 trash bags full of garbage, and we only covered about 25% of the walking path.
Not only was it great to have a day at the lake focused on cleaning, but it was awesome to be with a group of people who had a common goal. On that day, every individual cared about the well being of Lake Martin.
We all broke a sweat, laughed, and had a great time together. It was a special experience.
I know that it has been a while since you last heard from me. Please understand that sometimes I let my life take its course without being the best driver. Now I know that this was supposed to be an outlet to share my love of fishing with you all, but I am done putting myself in a box.
I have been struggling with expression.
It dawned on me not too long ago that not only do I like to express myself, I seriously need to for my mental health. The words mental health almost scare me as I type them, but I am here to say that I lost focus on my mental health.
Emotions would come and go without me ever saying a word to anyone. I found myself keeping feelings in that I should have been expressing to the people I love.
The hard way of learning hit different when I found myself having an emotional breakdown, parked at a random post office, with a homeless man knocking on my window for some change.
As it turns out, I believe that some change is all I really need.
I think that external transformation can be very important, especially if you find yourself in a toxic environment. But the reality is if I can’t figure out what it is about myself that is holding me back, no outside change will ever be enough.
I dug deep through all the stubborn layers of my mind.
What is causing me this emotional distress?
Why do I feel so lonely when I can count so many people who I know care about me off the top of my head?
What am I so afraid of?
The worst part about feeling lonely is that it feels like you have no one to talk to. Or even worse, no one wants to talk to you about your problems.
Well, Randy, how would anyone know about your problems if you don’t express your true feelings with anyone? Maybe you feel so lonely because you subconsciously excluded everyone in your life from the real you.
I learned something about myself that I absolutely despise. It is extremely hard for me to be vulnerable. I don’t know what about being vulnerable is hard for me, but it is very clear that this has been a big issue in my life lately.
It is so obvious to me now that I have been missing on the most important aspect of a friendship: the connection.
Without vulnerability true connection is not possible. It takes opening up by sharing real thoughts and feelings to truly be understood and respected.
In the short time it has been since this realization, it feels like the heaviest weight has been lifted off of my entire body.
I got a hair cut in the midst of this identity crisis, but I feel fresh for other reasons.
Last Thursday was a special day for all Americans. On this day we embrace our independence by doing whatever we choose because we don’t have work.
What better way to celebrate 4th of July then to go bass fishing two times in one day with a good buddy? Well that is exactly what I did.
It was 5:30 am and I had just slept through my second alarm when my roommate/fishing partner woke me up in an abrupt fashion.
“Ohh my God wake up.” “Could you take any longer” “The sun is rising” “Boneeee”
These deep cutting words were not the easiest to wake up to, but nonetheless I was awake.
And ready.
I quickly scrambled up some eggs, made a sammy, and we headed out the door.
The Atchafalaya Basin was our destination and we were excited to get in the water. We literally drove the truck up the levee, got our kayaks out the back, suited up, and slid into the swamp.
Fish were hitting the top of the water all around us. I am not normally a huge topwater fisherman, but I had to try with all this action happening.
I tied on a hollow-bodied frog and begin to cast into the thicc of the vegetation.
Boom!
On my third cast a bass violently hit the frog and, to be honest, scared me a little bit. Kayak fishing in the swamp during alligator mating season definitely keeps me on edge.
Unfortunately I was not able to hook the fish, but the blowup was a good sign for the day ahead of us. I threw the frog for about 30 more minutes and got 4 more blowups to no avail.
It was time to switch to my bread and butter, a Texas-rigged gold flake worm. The sun was shining and this natural colored bait looked irresistible in the water.
After about 20 minutes I caught my first bass and I was lit, even though it only weighed 14 ounces.
Whatever, I’ll take it.
As it got hotter I decided to start casting way back into the Cypress trees. I was thinking that the bass would be trying to get out of the hot Louisiana summer sun.
I was right.
6 bass in total. The biggest weighed 2 lbs. It was a good day. But now we were faced with a different obstacle: hunger.
I am not lying when I tell you that I have never been more hungry than I was on that hot summer day in July. We were about a 2 mile paddle away from the truck when we decided that we have to make a move for food.
We called restaurant after restaurant, but no one was open because it was the 4th of July. Duh.
Suddenly the greatest idea I have ever had hit me.
“Lets go get unlimited sushi.” “Are they open?” “Are y’all open?” “Dude they’re open.” “Let’s go!!!!!!!”
$16.99 of all off the sushi we could possibly eat. They definitely lost money on us that day. And we were dirty and stunk up the restaurant. Oh well.
Nap time.
3 hours later I woke up on the couch and got ready for round two.
Lake Martin was our next destination. We got there around 7:30 pm, so we had about an hour to fish.
The water was dirty and there was not much action happening. I was able to hook one before we headed in, but unfortunately I did not land the fish. It did jump out of the water before shaking the hook which was pretty cool.
Even though we didn’t catch any it was still nice to be on the water for a beautiful sunset.
I hope y’all enjoyed 4th of July as much as I did. Remember to celebrate the small things in life, like a day off of work.
I want to start off by saying that I love to fish!
Do you ever wish that you were throwing a few casts in the beautiful outdoors instead of doing what you are currently doing? Well I feel like that all of the time.
My name is Randy and this blog is dedicated to the hard-working, busy individuals who can’t seem to get out on the water as much as they would like. This is the first blog that I have ever created or been a part of, so please bear with me as I figure out these waters.
I am excited to share my stories of missed fish, unbelievable top-water bites that resulted in a whiff, and the time I bought over $200 worth of tackle to only catch 4 bass in a week. Oh and every once in a while I have a great day on the water, so I’ll be sure to tell you about those as well.
I live in the beautiful state of Louisiana, which is also known as the Sportsman’s Paradise. I try to fish all of the water that the state has to offer, which is a lot!
My favorite type of fishing (as of now) is freshwater bass fishing out of a kayak. Being that Southern Louisiana is basically just one big swamp, using a kayak offers the most versatility when fishing these shallow, stump-filled, Hydrilla-infested waters.
There is a special rush I get in my body when I hook a big fish that turns my kayak all around. On the same note, there is no sensation quite like the one you get when you know an alligator is under your kayak because of the small bubbles emerging from beneath you.
Going out fishing in a kayak is an adrenaline filled experience every time, for multiple good and bad reasons.
Lake Martin, LA
I also love to fish the brackish and saltwater marshes throughout the Southern coastline for Speckled Trout and Redfish (Red Drum).
Specs absolutely slam your bait! Even the small ones hit it so hard that it could pull your pole out of your hand.
Red fish bites are often much slower, but once you hook one you are in for a ride. I hope you have your drag set because if not it’s going to be screaming!
Red fish are extremely strong and are one of the most fun fish to catch, in my opinion.
When I am not fishing (tragically) I work full time as a data analyst, which is quite the opposite of being out on the water throwing a junebug blue wacky-worm at a duck blind.
So my life basically consists of numbers: numerical sales data and the amount of fish I missed.
I like my job because I get to discover new trends and opportunities in the market. On the same note, one of my favorite aspects of fishing is figuring out where the fish are located and what they are biting on.
I guess you can say I enjoy the process of solving problems, whether that be a down month in business or why I can’t get a bite.
Don’t you hate when the fish seem to always bite the end of your soft-plastic bait and miss the hook?
Or when you get a crazy blowup on a frog that you casted perfectly into a patch of Lilly pads just to whiff on the hook set?
Well I am here to tell you that I feel your pain…basically every time I go fishing. But even the worst days on the water are better than days spent at work, or at least I think that’s how the saying goes.
The goal of this blog, Reel Finesse (a name which I am very proud to have thought of), is to offer fishermen of all kinds an escape from their current non-fishing situation.
I am going to write about the best of days on the water, as well as the days when absolutely nothing seems to be going right. I will also share my tactics and the baits I used when I actually had a successful day and caught a few.
I hope to offer an informative insight to any reader that is beginning their fishing journey, as well as any angler who is looking for new strategies.
It is also my goal to provide you entertaining content, which should be easy considering the frequency of unfortunate events that happen to me on the water.
Above all, I want to encourage interaction with you.
I want to hear your stories! Let me know if you think that you are a better fisherman than me.
Fair warning, I will never agree with you, just as any fisherman I know wouldn’t either.
Please suggest new places that you think I should fish! I am always looking for new spots.
Feel free to tell me what I am doing wrong because I am always looking for ways to improve as an angler (that’s right, I’m calling myself an angler).
Angler
I really want to hear from my readers!
I am planning on making a new post every week, so I hope you come back!
Thanks for reading!
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