I feel like I could run forever. But then I don’t because I’m afraid of failing. I want a different life.
As of today:
I have a really good lead on a gently used bike so I can get around base.
I’m closer to the doctor’s appt I made last week for the week after next and I’m confident my meds won’t run out and even if they do I’ll be fine.
I’ve applied for some more jobs.
I’ve got a date set up to finish my anger management course that I started in WA.
I’ve been busy and I’m happy about that. Really really happy about that. Go me!