Progress.
(I haven’t written anything in a while. I’ve been in a rut. I’m getting over it. Let’s move on)
I’ve made some bad decisions lately: getting drunk, letting people get me down, avoiding schoolwork, procrastinating, avoiding a lot of other things, watching the hills marathon, skipping half of my workout, buying cereal, spending all my money, not getting a job.
Jesus that is a lot.
HOWEVER.
I’ve made some progress in the midst of these bad decisions: finishing my schoolwork, ROCKING my workouts, running 20 mins straight, helping my brother apply to college, applying for a million jobs, working my way up to TWO real push ups instead of girl push up.
Things like that.
So, no, my path has been rocky. It has mostly been sidetracked my my “can’t do” mentality. But I did stumble upon a little kernel of goodness.
I already feel like I work so hard. I feel like I really try and nothing comes of it. This makes me feel like a failure. Instead of thinking about trying so often, planning what I need to do or worrying about what I’m not doing, I might as well actually do them. I’ll feel like I’m working as hard, as mentally I’m doing the same things, but theres a possibility that some progress might come out if i actually do it.
Might as well, right?
