I have a problem.
I have many problems, really, but one of my biggest problems is making promises to myself that I can’t keep. Anyone who knows me can tell you that I am constantly changing my mind. One day I will follow a crazy trend and the next I will be completely anti-mainstream. One day I will want to be a vegetarian and the next I’ll be eating a double cheese burger with a side of vegan tears. I live in a never ending cycle of goals untouched and accomplishments never reached. I have bouts of passion for random movements, fashion choices, and cult followings. Not to say I don’t have morals and things I have and will always stand for, but to point out that I probably have a new random craze every week just to be abandoned as one of my “bad ideas.”
Crash diets and fashion faux pas alike, I’ve gone through this cycle for as long as I can remember. But I also don’t know that it’s necessarily a bad thing.
A lot of these things have just been an exponential waste of time. Therein the problem lies. But, some of my adventures have resulted in real passions that I’ve carried with me for years. In a way, I think that by doing this I am taking an approach to life that’s somewhere along the lines of “throw everything around and see what sticks” and maybe that’s okay.
I’m a girl who can’t make up her mind. You can be frustrated with me all you want. I’ll still have been a badass calorie-tracking, cross-fitting, health junkie yesterday and tomorrow I’m sure I will eat my weight in cheese. Oh, well.
I’m just gonna hold on tight to what sticks and keep on explorin’.