Okay, so maybe my last blog post was a BIT melodramatic. Scratch that—VERY melodramatic. Still, I don’t regret saying it, and I don’t take any of it back. It was an extreme decision that COULD lead to a better life, but I’m not going to take that path.

Not completely.

You see, I’ve been ‘myself’ for twenty-five years; giving up on me now would just be a waste. I am, however, looking at things differently now—when confronted with a situation, I’ll ask myself, ‘what would the old me do? Is that how I want to handle it? What is the exact OPPOSITE then? Is that suitable?’ If it is, I do it. Inhibitions no longer control me.

I’ve been on an insane winning streak lately, and I’m gonna ride this thing out until I crash. Even when that happens, I’ll simply pick myself up and keep right on going. I’ve spent too much time feeling sorry for myself, living helplessly, telling myself that there’s nothing I can do. Screw that—I’m going to fix this. I’m going to fix everything. And if there’s something that can’t be fixed, I’m going to accept it as part of myself.

There are some friendships that never end…it took me a long time to realize that, but I finally get it.

-J