Acceptance
I got an acceptance letter for the college. I still do not feel like it is a huge deal, but then remember all of the hard work I decided to do. Yes, late, but I did it. I am proud of myself. My younger damaged self would be proud. My inner child is screaming in praise from the inside. I can feel it. The dreams I set out for and didn't accomplish due to my own self destruction. I am finally doing the things I set out to do.
Backwards as fuck, but here I am. Next a degree, a house and finally my happily ever after.
I am living the life I thought I would never have. Husband, good kids, good job, my health, my kitties. More kitties would be nice, but when we get the house settled.
I wasn't going to let myself celebrate or felt it wasn't worthy, but the past 8 months have been hard and worth it. Now for my health journey - no idea just trying to maintain not eating too much bullshit and getting off my ass enough. That seems to be working. I have to get things set up with school and on that schedule. Then I will be fitting in what I can. I think I need a walking board for under my desk. So, I will be looking into those. I can be making steps while I work easily.
Time to get back into action. The reward feels so good and I fucking pumped. Ask me again when it all starts and I am exhausted.
Not sure what Charlie is feeling about all of this other than more attention hungry tonight, but it is time to worry about myself. Fuck he is going to bowl and do whatever the fuck he wants and so will I. Our goals are different, but hopefully we continue to figure out how to work.
I am tired. Time for bed. More tomorrow when I try to be up at 7 instead of 730.
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