A Life-Changing Day?
In 2002, the 13th of August became, for me, a day of life changes. I woke up knowing one lifestyle, and went to bed preparing to learn another.
Since then, I've taken the opportunity each August 13th to urge others not to smoke, warned of the dangers of secondhand smoke, and made a personal effort to end August 13th beginning something new.
Today was to be no different. Although I chose my goal move-in date at random, today seemed fitting: wake up in one place, go to sleep that night in a new place.
Additionally, I planned that this August 13th, I would also really start working hard at learning to trust people again....
Well, here I am at 132 E. Lorain with Yoda, having a sleepover in my new room at my new place. However, I am feeling nowhere near trusting of people; in fact, I've encountered a major setback.
This afternoon, I brought my (newly-fixed childhood) bike into town and I rode it to work. Although I didn't yet have a lock (but do have it written on my hand in the group of things to get), I figured it would be fine; I'd be in the box all night and would be able to keep an eye on it. When I went inside tonight to do the final numbers, my bike was still at the post; not ten minutes later, it was gone.
Anger quickly turned to tears.
At least my increased lack of trust in people will help me with that other goal I've been working on: Putting myself before others.
This sucks and I miss my daddy.
Since then, I've taken the opportunity each August 13th to urge others not to smoke, warned of the dangers of secondhand smoke, and made a personal effort to end August 13th beginning something new.
Today was to be no different. Although I chose my goal move-in date at random, today seemed fitting: wake up in one place, go to sleep that night in a new place.
Additionally, I planned that this August 13th, I would also really start working hard at learning to trust people again....
Well, here I am at 132 E. Lorain with Yoda, having a sleepover in my new room at my new place. However, I am feeling nowhere near trusting of people; in fact, I've encountered a major setback.
This afternoon, I brought my (newly-fixed childhood) bike into town and I rode it to work. Although I didn't yet have a lock (but do have it written on my hand in the group of things to get), I figured it would be fine; I'd be in the box all night and would be able to keep an eye on it. When I went inside tonight to do the final numbers, my bike was still at the post; not ten minutes later, it was gone.
Anger quickly turned to tears.
At least my increased lack of trust in people will help me with that other goal I've been working on: Putting myself before others.
This sucks and I miss my daddy.