I remember waking, but not sleeping.
What’s going on here?
I get right to the cusp of a breakthrough, then one bad decision sees it all begin to unravel. Suddenly I’m telling myself, tomorrow will do.
But how many tomorrows do I get?
I can’t keep trading progress for immediate gratification and then wondering why I feel like a professional athlete wrapped up in another scandal. Maybe that sounds dramatic, but sometimes that’s exactly what it feels like.
I can tell myself “life’s short” as much as I like, but that can’t become an excuse for getting in my own way.
I know what I want.
It’s time to get serious now.
