Time flies by. Before you know it you’re unable to do all the things you wish you’d done. The age old story. The age old ending. How many people have died wishing they’d lived more? I work 5 days a week for 8 hours a day, looking forward to my weekend. My light at the end of the long tunnel. It’s not that I hate my job, it’s just that when I am working my time isn’t my time, it’s someone else’s. So I look forward to my weekend and then proceed to spend each weekend sitting alone in my apartment convincing myself it’s too hot or too cold or too windy or too rainy to go do anything. And then Monday night comes and the reality hits that I have to go back to giving my time to someone else for the following 5 days.

If I keep this up I will end up in the shoes of someone I’ve always felt so bad for. The unused life. The time wasted. I have no one. In reality, no one really has anyone. All you’ve got is yourself. In my case this is ridiculously true. If I was still in NM I’d have friends to do things with. Back home I did plenty with others. Here though, I have me. Myself. I. And I don’t know why I am so reluctant to go experience things on my own. I mean people take solo road trips alone all the time right? So I am making a vow to myself: I will start to branch out. I will start to take classes alone. I will experience things alone. I will build myself up and teach myself the most important thing: I can.

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