Constantly hearing dumb shit in here just motivates me more to fix my own bullshit.
I’m content but not satisfied with where I’m at. I’m headed in the right direction at least. I work out, listen to pop radio, read the Wall Street journal, meditate twice a day, and go for a walk after lunch and dinner. I devour self-help books and try out little things to make me happier and healthier. Last month, it was drinking more water everyday; now I drink a fiber supplement to help me shit every morning. Cranky-pation is real.
Soon after entering prison, you spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about why you’re there, and how it wasn’t necessarily one bad decision that lead you here, but instead of a series of small ones punctuated by the one big one. you get lost in regret and feel sorry. You ruminate. You’re even embarrassed by your previous behavior. But you cant get stuck in this kind of rut. it’ll eat you alive. you move on….
I literally don’t have time to rue this past and those kinds of regrets. I’m focussing on the present changes and the journey ahead. More importantly, I’m no longer thirsty–Im hungry.
Easy Trouble 