Intervention Time!!!

My best friend used to date a guy who would have a countdown for everything; He would count down the days ‘til weekends, holidays, for his favourite shows, when he could see her, etc. We would secretly make fun of him for this ridiculous habit and wonder why he didn’t do something more constructive with his free time. Needless to say that wasn’t the romance for the ages and she broke up with him rather quickly, but his legacy remained etched in our minds.

Fast forward to a few years later and there I was, stuck in a permanent countdown. I was counting down to everything. Counting down to graduation, for my then boyfriend to propose, for a great job, and for the final step into adulthood. Graduation came and went much too quickly, my then boyfriend cheated and subsequently proposed to the one after me within a matter of months, I got a lacklustre job in retail working horrible hours and I felt more dependent on my family than ever before.

This would continue on for another year until it hit me. I would be 24 very soon and no better off than I was a year before. I was still counting down to nothing and wasn’t trying to better myself. After several (hundreds) of long life lectures from my family and friends, I decided to stop counting and start “living”. I quit my hundredth crummy retail job (overworked and underpaid), I fixed up my resume, and I here I am, writing my own blog in the hopes that people will read my words and feel inspired themselves.

This “living” thing isn’t easy. It forces you to do things you would otherwise try to hide from when you’re safe in your countdowns. Like not trying to get my G2 again because of a bad experience with the “Dragon Lady” a couple of years prior, or making amends with the cousin I’ve ignored for years due to some hurtful things said in the past in a bout of anger. Sometimes, you have to bite your tongue, swallow your rather huge Leo pride and just go for the jugular.

Life countdowns are cop-outs where you simply just set limitations on yourself and your abilities. Like the age old excuses of the addicts who will quit tomorrow, or the victims of abusive relationships who give numerous chances to their partners, at some point you have to stop lying to yourself and put an end to the hemming and hawing.

So here it is, my first step towards my self-titled “life rehab”.

Stay tuned as the journey has only just begun and wacky results are sure to follow!

Disclaimer: The links to certain "crummy" jobs that I have had in the past is for pure comical purposes and is not meant to dismay others from joining these fine companies.

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