I stand upon a precipice. I live between two worlds: one of destruction & pain and loneliness, and the other of love and support and caring.
Three girls, two nights… Helen, saturday evening; Heather, Sunday morning; Carolina, sunday night.
What the hell am I looking for? What is it that I think these choices will do for me? Do I think there is something to gain by getting in bed with as many women as possible?
The obvious answer from any angle is that I ought not be doing this. There is nothing but misery and destruction to be gained from my choices. But after making the wrong choices so long, they just want to come so naturally. It’s no longer hard. The little voice in the background has quieted to a whisper.
Where do I go from here? I’m 28, upon the verge of 2009, and another year, I deal with the pain and regrets of my choices… Though obviously not painful or regrettably enough to force me to stopping…
I was reading today (while at the Chiropractor’s office) from The Slight Edge. On page 28, it pointed out that if I am not using the slight edge to my benefit, that same edge will tear me down to death… A sobering thought if I do say so myself.
So, I thought to update my journal “template” to include a portion of what kinds of slight edge actions I’ve made in my life on that particular day. It might flex as I get used to it, but this seems like a good way to see some clear articulation of what direction I’m headed, and immediate feedback to know when I’m on (or off) the right path.
THE SLIGHT EDGE:
PRO:
CON:
So, from the looks of things, today was a good day. I hope to make tomorrow even better by waking early and acting immediately to make the last December 30th, 2008, the best one ever.
g’nite