Hmm.
So, today I was checking out my Blogger profile after deciding to follow a friend's new blog. I completely forgot about this blog. (I have ADD, I swear.)
I'm almost 22. I looked at the list of goals I made to complete before I turned 21 and I laughed.
1. Get in to University
2. Finish a song. Like complete.. music, lyrics, everything.
3. Go Skydiving/bungee jumping
4. Lose 40 pounds
5. Get my License
6. Read a book a week. I miss reading.
7. Get to the point when I can just go jogging
8. Learn to make cheesecake
9. Pay off my credit cards
10. Learn to snowboard
11. Learn to play guitar (in a non-failtastic way)
12. Go on a road trip.
Let's see. I'm now almost 22.. I've dropped out of University, I've given up writing in exchange for drinking. I haven't gone skydiving, although I climbed a mountain, which sort of counts, I think, because it's really high up. I.. am still just 25 pounds down.. another 15 to go to reach my 40 pound goal. I do not yet have my license. I don't think I've read a book since I made this list. I certainly cannot jog. I cannot make cheesecake. I have more debt than a 21 yr old who dropped out of college should have. I CAN snowboard! Awesome. Also I road-tripped to Lake Louise. Which definitely counts.
The last year of my life, despite having achieved like none of my goals, has been amazing. I dropped out of University for a job, lost said job because I became an alcoholic, moved out of my mother's house, took up hard drugs, climbed a mountain, and made some of the greatest friends I've ever had. I'm working on a new career direction (fuck University, I'mma be a chef, motherfuckah.) and am thoroughly enjoying the life that comes with it. I may work 6 days a week and not get off work until 1am, but it's kind of awesome.
I think the point of this blog is rapidly (well, maybe not rapidly, considering I post like, once a year) becoming this: every day is like the next step. Life is full of next steps. Some days it seems like just getting out of bed is enough work to be the next step. But everyday that you get up and face the world and keep moving on with your life is.. well, the next step.
So here's to the next step: Tomorrow. Hang on kids, it may be a wild ride.
I'm almost 22. I looked at the list of goals I made to complete before I turned 21 and I laughed.
1. Get in to University
2. Finish a song. Like complete.. music, lyrics, everything.
3. Go Skydiving/bungee jumping
4. Lose 40 pounds
5. Get my License
6. Read a book a week. I miss reading.
7. Get to the point when I can just go jogging
8. Learn to make cheesecake
9. Pay off my credit cards
10. Learn to snowboard
11. Learn to play guitar (in a non-failtastic way)
12. Go on a road trip.
Let's see. I'm now almost 22.. I've dropped out of University, I've given up writing in exchange for drinking. I haven't gone skydiving, although I climbed a mountain, which sort of counts, I think, because it's really high up. I.. am still just 25 pounds down.. another 15 to go to reach my 40 pound goal. I do not yet have my license. I don't think I've read a book since I made this list. I certainly cannot jog. I cannot make cheesecake. I have more debt than a 21 yr old who dropped out of college should have. I CAN snowboard! Awesome. Also I road-tripped to Lake Louise. Which definitely counts.
The last year of my life, despite having achieved like none of my goals, has been amazing. I dropped out of University for a job, lost said job because I became an alcoholic, moved out of my mother's house, took up hard drugs, climbed a mountain, and made some of the greatest friends I've ever had. I'm working on a new career direction (fuck University, I'mma be a chef, motherfuckah.) and am thoroughly enjoying the life that comes with it. I may work 6 days a week and not get off work until 1am, but it's kind of awesome.
I think the point of this blog is rapidly (well, maybe not rapidly, considering I post like, once a year) becoming this: every day is like the next step. Life is full of next steps. Some days it seems like just getting out of bed is enough work to be the next step. But everyday that you get up and face the world and keep moving on with your life is.. well, the next step.
So here's to the next step: Tomorrow. Hang on kids, it may be a wild ride.
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2:43 AM
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