Sometimes venting can be good. You express your feelings and clear the air, and your head. But I have a huge streak in me that likes to vent without concurrently accomplishing anything positive. I like to whine.
So you're not getting that "End" post. Instead, you're getting this one on choice.
I continually forget that I have choices. We all do. I can choose to be miserable and unhappy. I can choose to blame my job or my situation or my lack of motivation. I can choose to be mindless and without direction.
Or I can choose not.
I can choose to find happiness where I can. I can consciously choose to be positive and maintain a positive outlook, to find and see the best instead of the worst. I rarely do so, but that's not the point. The point is that I have a choice and I need to choose.
I am going to make a conscious effort to choose.
I either choose to do my work and catch up, or I choose to find a new job. No more half-assery. Choice.
I either choose to live at home, or I finally clean things up at home and move out, into a place of my own. Choice.
I either choose to eat better and get in shape, or I choose to deal with the consequences. Choice.
Too often, I do something because it is there in front of me. Because it is easy. Because it is "the next step." Because it is convenient. Not because I made a choice, but because I didn't make a choice.
"Begin each day as if it were on purpose!" -- Mary Anne RadmacherAll of the above could be a load of hot air. I am known for having minor epiphanies and promptly not following through on them. Heck, I'm known for not following through on things in general. But that's also symptomatic -- I don't choose and I don't do anything because of that.
So I need to start affirmatively making choices. Now.