Had a rare moment of personal strength today. Kept on track with some very personal goals that I’d set for myself and for one of the only times in my life, took the hard, but correct path.
I’ve always been very much of the school of “Know Thyself,” which is really a blessing and a curse. We people are exceedingly imperfect, like nickel socks at a discount store, so getting to know oneself can be a wholly distasteful affair.
Some time ago I set out to fix something very wrong with me by NOT doing something very enjoyable but ultimately wrong for me. No, I’m not morbidly obese and no, eating chocolate wasn’t the activity I’ve abstained from. I won’t go into detail, because I’ve always refused to get into detail about such topics, and people tend to read far too deep into things written on the Internet, perhaps simply because the Verdana font evokes such mysticism.
It’s hard to toot your own horn for something that was so hard to do and ended up sucking so much, but *toot* anyway.