Keeping Shit Real

After last night I woke up uncomfortably early.  I called the county number for Mental Health and after an hour and a half, I was forwarded to a lady who gave me the phone numbers for the therapists in my area.  Just doing that made me feel better.  I felt responsible for myself, like I was taking a stand for myself.

I know I should've done this a year ago, but better late than never.  I think if I had done this a year ago, I wouldn't have been very responsive to therapy.  This time last year I was certain my life was on the path to being epic in 2.5 seconds-no therapy required.  Now I'm still certain that my life is on the path to epicness, I'm just more for enjoying the scenery while I take the path.

This year I'm going to implement my resolutions slowly into my life, with the understanding that they are goals to be reached with hard work and dedication.

I have no clue why I was in such a hurry to get to where I wanted to be.  I guess I thought that was how life works.  Two years taught me otherwise.

But right now, I'm going to do a celebratory bong hit, some meditation, lunch and a walk.