The second Tylenol Cold pill makes its way through my throat and I keep hoping that this will be the last one. I don't seem all that sick anymore but I still feel sick. I'm beginning to think that at this point it's all in my head- and maybe I had too much fun taking three sick days (away from school, work, life) that I want to hold on to the idea of being sick.
Isn't this another story in this book I keep writing? How I made my way back to success from taking a week off? How I'll be able to recover and smile at the end and get away with things as I usually do?
At this point I don't know. I do regret being away from writing. I regret that. Every day. And yet I do nothing about it. Life sucked me up. I can't live in wonderland while I'm busy in real land.
I begin to care. Grades don't matter as much as people do. At least to me. At least that's how it is now. I know I won't remember what I learned in my Stats class in 30 years, but I will remember who I took that class with.
I'm trying to focus in what is really important. What really matters. Brands don't matter either. We're our own brand.
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feel better! and you are right people are more important then success of any kind. success doesnt really matter if you have no one to share it with. at the end of life it doesnt matter, how much money, fame, success we have accomplished.... we cannot take it with us. but we we hope we can take? the memories we have of life. and those memories usually involve people we love.
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Thanks for bringing me back. I get so caught up with everything lately that I forget my need to write. . .
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