I bought a set of ankle weights today. So when I’m walking I can build a little more muscle. I also ran a lot more, and much faster than I normally do. I felt driven, for some reason. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the surface level depression starting to sink in a little more, or maybe I’m just exhausted. I can’t really be sure at this point.
I had a revelation today. One I’m not willing to share, but I want it to be known that I recognized this thing, and am now going to deal with as best as I am able. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my past, and though I am not one for regret, I am feeling a keen sense of remorse.
I guess it’s time for me to grow up. Time to shoulder the consequences of my own actions, and start taking that responsibility to heart. I just wish it hadn’t taken me so long to get to this point.
I’m proud of you.