Well obviously first off I would like to wish anyone reading this a Happy Independence Day / 4Th of July! With that being said, HOW IN SKELATOR'S STAFF IS IT ALREADY THE 4TH OF JULY?! Every time I think I've come to terms with the speed that time passes, I find myself waking up 25+ days down the road! WTF.
Anywho, like anything else, there's a bright side to this. With every moment that passes I come yet another step closer to fulfilling my destiny of moving out... that and my not so imminent future downfall, which I suspect will inevitably be caused by my own doing. AAAnnywho, since I first made the decision to inhabit my own abode, I have been producing personal goal lists at an astronomical rate. It became fairly evident from early on that I really wanted myself to commit and use having my own place to take myself to the generic and stereotypically named "next step".
You see to me moving out really means moving on and moving up, pretty much that this event will be the means for me to become whom and what I want. While I do both love and treasure my current home, (Bend, and more importantly my family) I cannot live there without being tormented by the Ghost of Woodsington past. Fore I can, most unfortunately, tell you without a whim of doubt that I WAS a slacker, a pile if you will, with a will power and fortitude that makes Kirstie Alley look like Gandhi. Fortunately, the past few years have been ones full of self-realization and self-appointed improvement, and at this point in time I am proud to announce my However, a long earned reputation cannot be overturned in a single day and, as is the situation here, I still sometimes face blatant doubt and skeptisism whenever being left in charge, being given chores, borrowing items, etc... The worst contributer to this general lack of faith being mine own mind. See dear reader, I am one not so proud owner of a pretty debilitating case of A.D.D.. And as I'm sure you can imagine, not being able to focus on anything I don't find thrilling, paired with a less than stellar drive does not equal fruitful success. But even that has changed now, yes I, Scott the Bringer of Change, has tamed my stampeding daydreams and love of all things shiny with the introduction of a wonderous thing called Amphetamine Salts AKA Adderall. I dunno if thats what it's like to be "normal" but oh my god is it wonderous! Being able to focus on the person in front of me instead of the t.v. the next room over or even have a full conversation with someone only to remember what it was we just talked about is an all too wonderful realization.
I see it as the chance in which I can hone and perfect my character to becoming my ideal me, becoming fully fluent with a vast collection of skills and abilities, and fortunately I have managed to collect 3 potential housemates who see this as their opportunity for the same thing. Together we have all agreed and collaborated to create a pact for the means of holding eachother reasponsible not only for basic household duties but for moving up in life. whether it be by waking up someone to hold them to working out, or reminding a friend of spanish class, or even partaking in the same goals so you have someone to work side by side with, the possibilities seem very great indeed.
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