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I’ll Start Tomorrow.
The art of painful consequences.
How many times have you said that?
I’ve said it so many times I’ve lost count.
Guess what? Your tomorrow is your today. I write about shit I need to do, what to do, but tomorrow sounds better than the present, right? Who wants to accept the mess they made and voluntarily lay in that shit? Not me! That’s why tomorrow exists.
- Maybe you’re reading this and thinking of leaving that abusive asshole?
- Maybe you’re reading this and wanting to start living a more healthy life with nutrition and exercise?
- Maybe you’re reading this drinking that glass of wine or beer. Do you know? The one to take the edge off. But in reality, it adds to the anxiety that you try to escape.
I’m not writing from perfection. I’m writing from failure. My writings are from my fuck ups, no one else’s. I choose who I allow in my life. I don’t value myself. Why would I care who I allow in my life?
Our life is full of choices, and choices have consequences. That’s the most brutal fact to accept.
And for me, the consequences are brutal, but it’s what I know. It’s what’s comfortable.
How do you change it, you ask?
