About time.
So it's definitely been a while since I last updated this journal. I had said in a previous entry that I was going to write less in here, and more in my actual journal. It's true, I've used my trusty black faux-croc leather book more than I have used this in the past few months, but I still haven't gotten around to writing in that one in a while as well. The reason? I had hid it in my undergarmet drawer when I left to go to Michigan last, just in case--and completely forgot where I had put it. Came across it this morning and thought it was time for an update.
Things have been...alright. A big roller coaster of emotions since the last time I updated, but I think I'm doing better now than I was since my last update. I've moved on from certain bad habits (though I've developed others in it's place[smoking]), and kept myself busy. I'm starting to realize now that what I have been doing these past few months is just working as many hours at work as possible, and studying vigorously to keep my mind off of things. I don't know whether this is good or bad, but for now it's just alright because keeping my mind off of things is just what I need. The only downside to all this is that I've barely had any time to myself, and my obsessive compulsive self is starting to get extremely irritated by the mess that has accumulated in my room. On my days off (which I only have half of one this week), I usually can't decide whether I should get my errands around the house done, or the ones I need to go out for. I sit in bed and just think about which would make more sense to do first, and by the time I come to a conclusion--it's nighttime, and I've lost interest in starting anything by then. Lack of motivation--as usual. So very "Typical-Leda".
Aside from all that, I still have managed to make a few great friends since getting the job. I've been trying to socialize more and getting myself up and out of the apartment. I no longer want to be the Leda that sat in her room for days and didn't associate with a single soul. It's good to keep to myself every once in a while, and be in complete isolation at times but I hope I don't ever go back to that stage where it was just constant--day after day. Just admitting all this is proof that I'm on the right track (I think).
Things have been...alright. A big roller coaster of emotions since the last time I updated, but I think I'm doing better now than I was since my last update. I've moved on from certain bad habits (though I've developed others in it's place[smoking]), and kept myself busy. I'm starting to realize now that what I have been doing these past few months is just working as many hours at work as possible, and studying vigorously to keep my mind off of things. I don't know whether this is good or bad, but for now it's just alright because keeping my mind off of things is just what I need. The only downside to all this is that I've barely had any time to myself, and my obsessive compulsive self is starting to get extremely irritated by the mess that has accumulated in my room. On my days off (which I only have half of one this week), I usually can't decide whether I should get my errands around the house done, or the ones I need to go out for. I sit in bed and just think about which would make more sense to do first, and by the time I come to a conclusion--it's nighttime, and I've lost interest in starting anything by then. Lack of motivation--as usual. So very "Typical-Leda".
Aside from all that, I still have managed to make a few great friends since getting the job. I've been trying to socialize more and getting myself up and out of the apartment. I no longer want to be the Leda that sat in her room for days and didn't associate with a single soul. It's good to keep to myself every once in a while, and be in complete isolation at times but I hope I don't ever go back to that stage where it was just constant--day after day. Just admitting all this is proof that I'm on the right track (I think).