Posts Tagged ‘shooting range’

i did it!

July 8, 2016

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I walked up to the counter with my friend and said, “We have this groupon <laid it on the counter> and we don’t know anything about any of this.”

He was SO NICE! I’m sure he is use to working with clueless people. He picked out a gun with little kick back. He gave the safety spiel. Then the instruction spiel. He went really really fast while we were standing at the corner. Just when I was getting nervous about not getting it all down he explained he’d be at my side the entire time.

I guess if I owned a gun shop/shooting gallery I’d stick to new/clueless/ignorant people like asian rice on… well… everything… lol. Fine fine, white on rice. whatevs yo…

So We get out to our lane and we go through it several times. I get comfortable enough… And I have a great time! I knew that I would. I’m so glad I didn’t get discouraged from going. I almost did several times.

Got on groupon today and saw one for a flying lesson… hmmmm…

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moving on and making changes

July 7, 2016

I’m going to the shooting range tonight. I hate that I’m emotional over something that is suppose to be FUN!

One of my really good guy friends is going with me. He doesn’t do the gun like I don’t. Should be an experience for both of us.

I’m glad I’m doing it instead of losing my money over it. I feel like this is a step towards closure over mitch. Silly, but I really felt I had to do this and not let him get in the way of this experience for me.

I’ve thought about calling mitch. But… not sure why. What would I accomplish? Probably could only do more harm than anything. Is there closure to be had? That would be awesome. But I don’t think that exists here.

I hate being so emotional. I hate being so dissatisfied in life. Hate feeling so… so… unhappy and unsettled… and like I’m in limbo for something. What am I waiting on? To get over mitch? To like my job? To what?

But I finally reached a point in my complaining and dissatisfaction where I’ve started taking action. I have finished my resume. It’s time to start job searching. I’m looking forward to the search. I know that it won’t be easy, but the fact that I’m doing something to change this is definitely a positive over all this negative I feel. Feeling productive is my all time happy place.

I also met with my business consultant about the market research on my idea. All things positive on that front for sure. But this is going to be a long haul process of doing it right. My business plan has to be solid. And as of this far I have no numbers on paper. What a daunting task. I’ll get there tho. I’m not in a hurry here and that feels good. Feels like I’m in control.

SIGH.

Okay… wish me luck on the shooting range this afternoon!

shoot (with) me

June 28, 2016

I bought a Groupon to a shooting range for me and mitch to use. The expiration date is very quickly approaching.

I thought it was a great date idea. And I felt comfortable with the situation because of mitch’s military background. He knows how to handle a gun. I was excited about the experience.

I’m terrified of a fire arm if I’m being completely honest. In the same way I’m terrified at watching someone else hold a knife in the kitchen cutting vegetables.

So now I’m wondering if I should just let this whole groupon just pass by. Eat the money. But me and my cheap self says that is ridiculous. And I still thing it sounds fun. I want to do it. I just don’t know who to take. A girlfriend? Gosh. I have zero confidence in that. ZERO. Why, tho, do I feel the need to have someone know what they are doing in such a controlled environment with an instructor on staff? That’s not a good excuse. That’s what these places are for. Training.

I don’t know. This is dumb to even worry about. Just one of those things that sucks about break ups.

The other day my best friend said mitch reached out to her to ask about something. My heart felt squeezed just at the thought. She’s MY best friend. đŸ˜¦ And he entered my life again for a split second. God, why is it still this hard to think about him. I was crying instantly.