I have come to recognize that I speak and by extension, write irresponsibly and emotionally. I find that disturbing, this realization of my own lack of thought.
It becomes clear now, how many of my decisions are based on my fluctuating emotions and how I often let my imagination run away with me.
I try harder now, to put thought into the things I do. I write out objectives and try to stay on track but habit and lack of practice makes it difficult.
Focus. Will. Determination. Strength.Mastery of myself.
There is a chance, a real chance to re-shape myself and change the way I want to live my life.
There is nothing charming about a wastrel who spends her time and her life wandering and unfocused.