I made a commitment, a commitment to myself that I would not live as I had in my previous 25 years of life. It was midway point of sorts, the very middle of my twenties and from my perspective, I hadn’t reached my the level of consistency that I had imagined.
Things do not always go as you planned them to, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t hold myself to those standards and you may do the same thing. I live mainly in my mind, allowing few to enter and that is a flaw. It is something that I promised to work on; to allow my thoughts to flow more freely outward. I may write a blog every few months, once or twice a year, though I always have thought about it. I think it’s a common struggle, procrastination or just finding a reason to not do something when you have the impulse to do it. Though I understand this, I hope that through a renewed purpose in life, I can find the consistency that I’ve wanted, but yet to strive for entirely. It’s a journey that I won’t travel alone and one that I certainly share. After all, life really has no script and I’m still writing mine on the go, but this time I’ll actually sit down and map out what I want it to look like.
…Until next time