It's funny how dynamic life is. Just a month or so ago, I wanted them all. My appetite for pinball was insatiable. Then, not to get too personal, my fiancé decided to end our relationship of 10 years just a few weeks ago. She had lost the spark. I'm crushed, devastated, and feeling more or less hopeless. Normally, my place of solitude was in my basement with my pinball machines. I'd take out my worry and frustration by playing them, or take my mind off of things by working on them.

Not anymore. It's weird. I haven't played a single game in nearly a month now. They just aren't doing it for me anymore. Maybe I used my collection of games to hide my insecurities? Probably. But what I thought would make me happy, isn't. And things that have never made me happy in the past, are.

So, I'm slowly selling my collection. Piece by piece. Not sure how long it'll take. Maybe I'll get the spark back, but I've been happier cooking at home, going to the gym, or riding my bike until my legs fall off.

Thanks. I tell myself that every day. Honestly, things could be a lot worse. She's healthy, I'm healthy, we both have good careers, and while the separation was in no way mutual, we didn't spend a ton of money on a wedding, didn't buy a house yet, don't have kids to worry about, and our possessions were super easy to split. It's just a shitty emotional situation for me, and one I never thought in a million years I thought I'd have to deal with.

Still, I'm happy to see the games I've sold go to good homes so far. I'll keep a few, but this is good a time as any to take a small break from pinball and take care of myself for a while.