Just keep hitting singles.

When I was at my all-time low, my therapist implemented “time chunking” – which, quite literally saved me.

I was incapable of “conquering” a full day, so I didn’t.

I lived my life in four-hour increments.

Go to work from 8 a.m. to noon.

That’s it.

Survive until noon.

At noon, I would be rewarded with an hour of Bruiser time on my lunch break.

Go back to work from 1 to 5 p.m.

That’s it.

Survive four hours.

Repeat.

I know it sounds quite pitiful, but it made my unmanageable life manageable.

When I met Brad, I was still in my ‘time chunking’ phase.

We were only allowed to talk about one date at a time.

“I will promise you a second date, but that’s all.”

Recently, as a Christmas present, I ordered a book called, “I wrote a book about us.”

It’s pages of cute little prompts you fill out about your relationship.

One of the prompts was, “I'm so impressed we finally figured out how to …”

I struggled with this one.

I sat on it.

I finally wrote, “Talk about the future without me needing to chunk the time.”

Back in July, he invited me to his sister’s wedding in June 2023.

I thought he was fucking crazy.

Today, I finally ‘accepted’ the calendar invitation he emailed me.

Somewhere along the line, I started thinking about my future.

That I might have one.

That it might include happiness.

Somewhere along the line, I stopped surviving my life, and I started living it.

My favorite “influencer,” Elyse Myers, said something in a podcast that resonated with me.

“Just keep hitting singles.”

Base hits are just as important as home runs.

Sometimes, getting to first base is all you need to do.

For me, getting to noon was hitting my single.

Bruiser, thank you for all the times you got me to noon.