CIMDHOG

So at the ripe age of 26, I was forced… lool not forced parse but nudged, to get my own personal apartment I.e to live on my own. I had always envisioned this moment to be a rite of passage, like my family would one day gather around in wrappers with lit candles and drums for the official moving out ceremony, but to my disappointment, it was nothing like that. Although to be fair, I was partially living on my own as I lived apart from my family with other people, so I guess I didn’t qualify for the ceremony.

Here I am again on the downward trend of my roller coaster ride of motivation. One moment I am bursting with the feel of motivation streaming through my veins, my neurons calculating and organizing the best laid plans for execution of goals. My inner self is restless and anxious about the execution process, my heart skims and tumbles as I replay the process over and over again in my head making sure everything goes exactly as planned.