My Choice

Anger and worry are things you choose. I choose to let go of things that eat away at me like tiny grubs eating holes in the things I enjoy and love. I can’t afford to waste the energy it requires to be angry with people who are no longer in my life. The wrinkles worries cause aren’t wanted.

I choose to look ahead and I choose optimism in the face of calamity. The opportunities I’m presented with won’t just keep happening. I choose to embrace the now and enjoy every fucking second of the life I’ve chosen to lead.

The next few months are going to be a huge adjustment. New state, new city, new home, new friends, new love, new job, new everything. New beginnings. I’m good at new beginnings; it’s cultivating and maintaining relationships, making sure I keep up with goals, and taking full advantage of every opportunity… those things I need to work on.

“…when you run, make sure you run to something and not away from ’cause lies don’t need an aeroplane to chase you down…”

It’s time to start over in such a way that everything blooms and blossoms in my favor. Only I have control over how my future occurs and only I have the ability to change the negative habits and thoughts into silver linings and positive outlooks.

It’s time for that choice. I choose to be better.