Feeling sorry for yourself is a hard and pathetic way to live. It's really easy to get absorbed by it and let it overcome you. I have sunk so low that I feel that the fibres of my bed have melded into my body and we now share the same genetic makeup.
I have spent 5 minutes trying to come up with a name hybrid for me becoming one with my bed. A classic example of too much time on my hands.
I have decided to create my own purpose. I need to set goals to allow me to lead a meaningful life.
Here is what I've come up with so far:
1. Write every day and publish on this blog
2. Read for at least 30 minutes a day
3. Choose one person daily, that I will send something positive to
4. Eat my five a day
5. Exercise for 30 mins daily
I think this is a good start to get more balanced. Wallowing in self-pity and sadness was fun, but now it's time to get on with it.
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