Sometimes, we have to hit rock bottom really hard to jar ourselves to awareness and realize what we’re doing is not working. Rock bottom could be at varying levels depending on the person–what would be as low as one would get is only a start toward the path of self-destruction for another–but eventually, one lands and thinks to herself: “What the heck was I thinking?”
I spent a good deal of time yesterday asking myself that very question. The only answer I could find was that I clearly was not thinking. I reverted to a selfish, teenage phase (that, to be honest, I never lived the first time around) and got drunk on the possibilities…
So yeah, a humbling weekend. My punishment of a hangover all day yesterday and now a head cold are only the start. I get to go out into that world again, pick up the pieces, and move forward. And learn from my mistakes. I’m only human.
Here’s to fresh starts!