“This year will finally be the year”… it’s too much pressure. And so cliche.
However…I would very much like this year to finally be, the year.
I’ve already gone through a few ups and downs, ebbs and flows, etc. etc. and it’s only been 33 days since I started this supposedly fantastic year of trying. I feel this incredible urge to get back to myself. To focus on me. To put my needs and my heart of hearts first. Second and final cliche, promise.
My 27th birthday is on Friday.
27 is few years into the wrong side of 25. I have all of these feelings about my future that I’ve never had before. I’m filled with a special sort of anxiety that has never existed before. I feel as though I’m in a race. I’m racing against society’s expectations and against myself — my physical and mental self.
I just want to get it right. I just want things to finally click.
I’m going to give it the good old college try this week..and the week after that and so on and so forth (does that count as a cliche?). As you can tell from my lack of action on this blog, I’ve been a recluse for the past couple of weeks. I’ve been existing and participating, but not really, truly present.
Right now, my only devoted subscriber is my mom so, I suppose I don’t have many dedicated readers to apologize to…but none the less, I’m sorry (if to no one else but myself). I solemnly vow to blog once a week, log every day and get my life in order one day at a time. Huzzah!
Detailed plan for success to come. Stay tuned!