I swore to keep writing, but this morning I woke up at 5am and thought that cleaning my apartment would be a good idea.
Last weekend I was with my sister out of town, I am going out tonight, this weekend I have a birthday party.  Finding pockets of time that I am motivated to clean is challenging.   The best part is that I get to decide when I want to clean.  When I clean I don’t have to look around for someone to validate that I did something. It’s all for me, it’s to make ME feel good.  No one is coming over to my place so it’s not to impress anyone.  God, I fucking love my life right now.
The T.V. hasn’t been on in over a week, I have introduced myself to some new music, I have finished 8 books last week, Therapy has opened up dialogs that I wouldn’t have expected.

The plant I got at Costco is fucking ridiculous and will need to be moved outside soon. I didn’t expect it to get the size it is.

Okay, yeah, this post was a clusterfuck of shit floating around, but I am committed to keep trying to get the shit out.