I have made the decision to move forward. Now, I tend to make this decision frequently, with small things. This is a little different, because I’m making it with everything. To my struggle with my weight, I am moving forward. To the house that constantly mocks me with its projects just out of my grasp, I am moving forward. To the mountain of laundry that refuses to get smaller, I am moving forward (and WILL conquer you). To the loved one who can’t get involved in daily life, I am moving forward. To the grandparents who don’t give a damn, I am moving forward. To the extended “family” who proves daily how little they care about anyone other than themselves, I am moving forward.
That’s right. I am moving forward. I’m sick and tired of putting up with the stupid crap. I’m tired of waiting around for people to step up and take some responsibility for their actions, or show a tiny shred of maturity. I’m tired of spending every day with these things in the back of my mind, just festering there, like a wound. I am going to just breathe, enjoy life a little and accept the knowledge that I am VERY aware of everything I do for you even if you aren’t, I am VERY aware of how forgiving I have been and I am VERY aware of what YOU are missing because you are too busy causing the drama you blame me for causing. And to the house of projects, my hammering/nailing/screwdriving hand is getting a little itchy and I WILL move forward.
I.AM.MOVING.FORWARD.
