Day 3

Day three was a fight! I fought my way out of bed and arrived at work a half hour late. I worked twelve hours on the locked down union, and that is never fun. I went for a walk when I got home after I had dinner and it felt like undo torture.
Worst of all…
I fell asleep without writing my daily blog and had to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to get it done.
I’m tired, but the fact that this simple thing is so fuggen hard to do, well, it’s begging to spur me on. I can’t be that far gone that a daily walk feels like a stint in perdition. I can’t be! I’m not going to do my usual guilt ridden diatribe on how I went to sleep without blogging. I was/am tired and this is a fuggen trial, so I’m gonna give myself a pass. I’ll blog this morning for yesterday and tonight for today.
So…
As I sit here at this God forsaken hour of the morning… hunched at my desk…  needing coffee, and a shower, and a few more hours of sleep… a funny thing happens. I realize that I’m not beating myself up. A slither of pride seeps out of my soul, rides up my spine and pulls the corners of my mouth into a wide smile.
I’M DOING IT! I’M STILL DOING IT! I’M GOING TO KEEP DOING IT!
30 DAYS + 30 WALKS + 30 BLOGS = DISCIPLINE

Until next time
Julia

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