Self-control has never been one of my strong suits. As a peripheral of that, during my time on this Earth, I’ve amassed a lot of dramatic situations in my repertoire of Hannah happenings. It hasn’t kept me necessarily unhappy, but it has kept me distracted. It’s hard to relax and enjoy the sunshine of a lazy afternoon when you’ve the knowledge that you willingly spent your entire paycheck on booze, and won’t be getting another for ten days. Meanwhile, bills are due.
Yes, I am guilty of treating my tolerance for stress badly, and feeding into the dramatic lifestyle of a “train-wreck.” But in the past few days, I realized something.
I’m over it.
I’ve decided to take a more serious, adult stance on life (this is a joke). I’m going to be mature (not true). I’m going to plan, and part of that plan is to finally take action on writing the book I’ve been pretending to draft for the past year (fact). It’s going to be a heart-wrenching account of the wicked, uphill emotional battle that the past twenty-three years of my life have been (I hope you’re laughing).
I got six pages into this bullshit before I realized it was exactly that. Continue reading “Prismatic Life Viewed In The Right Light”