Charmaine Houck wants just to check in after our first seven days. Let’s just say as of today, things have not been going according to plan.
I will write more about it tomorrow, but I am bloody, bruised, and beaten down. I don’t know what happened, but it’s led me to take a deep breath and look back at what exactly I’m doing with my life.
The majority of November has been a good month. I got my writing started. I got this blog started. I quit my job at Two Boots and was working hard to make sure I pay everything. This regrettable destruction does create a bookend to this month. I started the month bad. I am ending the month bad. The stuff in between was good.
However, this is hardly the end. This is just a new start. I have a dentist appointment to have my tooth looked at. I asked a coworker to work for me tomorrow, which sucks because I’d like the money but I really need to rest. It’s been a day of destruction and rebirth.
It’s time to actually be a Phoenix and rise from the ashes anew. It’s not exactly easy, especially with the fact my face completely hurts from where I hit the cement. My knee hurts where I collapsed on it, and my upper lip has road rash. My roommate gave me some ibuprofen and told me to take some asprin in a few hours. That’ll tide me over as I try to rest.
I can be a phoenix. The wanderer will wander again, but right now he needs to wander to bed. He needs to rest. He needs to lay off booze for the time being. He needs to clean himself up in a lot of different ways and continue to head in the right direction.
I cannot do anything else to put myself on track except what I’ve done. We are allowed to make mistakes. It’s part of what makes us human. And being adult means meeting those mistakes head-on and actually making changes. This could have been so much worse, and I am incredibly lucky I have the friends I do and honestly the stupid luck I have that it wasn’t. I can’t live based on luck. I need to protect myself.
If I am supposed to be a superhero, if I am supposed to be healthy, if I am going to be a writer, I need to be treating myself like I mean it. I need to visualize this life and make it mine. Everything else will happily fall into place. It sucks that yesterday I had such high hopes with everything, and today I’m just trying to salvage all that in this post.
This week has been mostly good. It had a horrible end, but next week will not. Next week will be one step better than this one. The week after that will be one step better. December is my month. November was just the start, but December is where I begin to shine.
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