I close my eyes for a moment, only to be woke up in what seemed like a minute. I’m not quite sure if it’s day or night. I keep on going though. I have to make it through. These next few days will only get harder if I’m not careful. I need to add extra self-care in. These body aches are glaring. I trust myself to be able to do this thing. Bed by seven; wake up at three. There’s no way around it if I want to move forward in life. It doesn’t always have to be strife. I’ve been prepared for this moment by all the disciplines I’ve encountered in the past. Maybe this time my motivation will last? I have a hard time with keeping true to my word. Even in times that seem amazing to me, after a while, they get awkward. I don’t know what will come of this, if anything at all. I’ve got to keep going. I’ve got to stand tall. Keep my head held high and proud. This time, nothing on earth is going to bring me down.

It’s been three days at the new job. I’m liking it still, but it’s getting a bit more difficult every day. Higher expectations build up as we go along and it’s scary to think that I may be doing this job for a while. Six months at least, until I can apply for a higher position. Even that higher position will come with many more of it’s own challenges. I know I have to give this whole thing a bigger chance. I’m getting worn down already because I’m not that strong yet. I feel like I’m the one who’s keeping everyone behind on the job. But, I know I won’t be able to lift fifty-pound boxes right off the bat. I’ve got to give it some time. I know it’ll be okay though once I get the hang of things. I just have to stick it out until then.