July 20-24, 2018

You can TRY to escape your family, but they will follow you wherever you go. Like an STD. Did someone smart say this? No? It’s obvious? Cool.

My family has its problems. Everyone’s does, right? Well, step aside with your small My-Uncle-Got-Drunk-At-Thanksgiving-And-Revealed-I’m-Adopted NON-PROBLEM, because my family wins (loses?) this one. Suffice it to say, that’s why I’ve been absent. I want to hold myself accountable. I want to be honest.

So, originally I was at a wedding where there was no service. That was my first reason I couldn’t post. BUT THEN – MY FAMILY… They (metaphorically) flew in during the wedding reception and caused a scene (only in my life), so I had to rush back and catch a flight out to deal with the craziness/emergency. I’ve been preoccupied, though I suppose that’s not really an excuse. I let it be an excuse. Even though I’m still here dealing with it all and the aftermath (though it’s not over yet), I will continue to try to post nightly as I usually do.

Anyone else feel like moving to a small island somewhere and selling t-shirts on the beach? No? Just me? That literally sounds like the dream. My family will potentially not be able to find me there. Silver lining. Plus it’s AN ISLAND, so it’s its own silver lining. Oh, and did I mention, that MY FAMILY WILL NOT KNOW WHERE I AM? Though they seem to have the noses of a bloodhound when it comes to finding me right when crazy shit is going down…

Days 40-44 – Accountability and Family Insanity (par for the course)

July 17, 2018

I missed this one. I am trying to hold myself accountable and without thinking, I missed it. Someone once told me that if you do something for 21 days straight, it builds up a habit and you’ll keep doing it, yet 37 days in, I missed a post without thinking.

I am so bad at holding myself accountable. I can do it later or Meh, what’s one more day? or No one will notice so it doesn’t matter runs through my head like Trump runs through lies. I am extremely motivated and hard-working, but on the other side of the coin, I tend to give myself slack. Excuses. Second and third chances. If I don’t hold myself accountable and make myself do things, who will? No one will care about my life and success as much as I do, but I let myself slide all the time. Embarrassing.

Day 37 – Mistakes were made.