Today’s marraige counselling session was about res…
Today’s marraige counselling session was about responsibilities and roles, and although I was sleepy, I did take away a lot of things. I found myself thinking that this is real and the responsibilities are as great as the joys are. Skeletons in the closet need to be dealt with, and not left there for another time to come back and haunt me. And despite the unwillingness on my part, change has to come sooner or later. Putting away my lack of discipline, and learning to attempt new challenges in life like actually waking up early and organizing my life may turn out to be more than just a simple shocker… a surprise at least. But I don’t know what it is in me that’s afraid of change. Perhaps it’s that old fart in me telling me that there’s no need for it, and that what I’ve been doing for the past X months or years should get me through life just fine. Or that it’s not going to benefit me, whether I procrastinate or not… so I might as well enjoy and deal with it in complacency like I always do.
I hope I make the scary decision to change. Deep in me I know it is inevitable. Contrary to what a lot of “everyone else” is doing, I don’t want to be the young go-getter every poster child wannabe seems to render their life after. I don’t comb my hair, gel it up, work smoothly, hone my senses on social etiquette and mobility… and I get giddy being swayed back and forth by the peccant offerings of the day.
All I have to do is make the right choice and not base it on feelings. That should be simple enough. So, off to bed I go… gghgghghhghghgh……… *inner mind speaks to myself*
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