So, I decided to get back on the horse with my life. Even though I'm still a little depressed about the break up and still being at this dead-beat job, I feel that the only way to make things better is to do just that... make things better.
I can't just sit here and act all "woe is me, my life sucks, nothing good will ever happen to me". I need to be proactive.
I want to write, but I haven't been writing as much as I should.
I want to sing in front of an audience, but I'm too shy to get back into that all over again.
I want to create more art, but I've lost the inspiration.
I want to work out more and lose weight, but I get so tired and worn out before I get to the gym.
Well, no more!
I am going to finish a story!
I am going to choir rehearsal!
I'm going to let everything inspire me!
I am going to live in that gym! 60 lbs lost by December if it kills me!
I made a promise to myself and, what kind of person would I be if I lied... to myself? Normally I'm the type of person who wouldn't make promises. I know how hard they can be to be kept. People have promised me things and I've always been let down and now I am letting myself down. I don't want to do that. I want to be a reliable person and the only way that can happen is if I start with being true to myself.
I'm almost 25 years old and I'm still trying to figure things out. I don't know what kind of person I am yet. I'm still growing and learning things about myself and about the world around me. I'm still learning who to trust and who not to trust.
I'm seeing a new guy (I call him Arry) and I owe it to myself (and sort of to him) to stay enthusiastic about everything.
And so, I shall!!
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