It's funny -- something
What was that life goal? Move out of Redding, of course.
This year, it's a bigger bunch of things. Exercise more (and hopefully that'll lead into lose weight, which is always at the back of my mind), get a job, get out of my parents house, buy a car, spend more time working on my writing, finally beat the damned depression, take my meds like I ought to (bad kat), and stuff like that. (A good chunk of them is listed here.) If I can nail down a good chunk of them, I'm not going to recognize the person that I am in December, and that would be nice.
But in the meantime, it's scary. And I'm going to need all the encouragement I can get. Of course, this is hard to ask for, but I'm asking now. Please, please, *please* help me do this. I need to not trip and fall all over this year. I'm risking too much to do that and with such lofty goals, the depression beast would love to sink his claws into me and not let go. And this is what scares me here on the edge of jumping off the cliff and doing it.
But you know, fuck that. If I'm going to defy gravity, then I'm going to have to throw myself off that cliff and trust that there'll be a soft landing. So here goes nothing.
Even though I'm scared to death.
Now I can see you wavering
As you try to decide
You’ve got a war in your head
And it’s tearing you up inside
You’re trying to make sense
Of something that you just can’t see
Trying to make sense now
And you know you once held the key
But that was the river
And this is the sea!
This is the sea, indeed.
Here we go.