Just another day.

Just another day, was that day a month ago, as much as today is. Although a profound change had occurred then. Work, started a job washing dishes. A tenuous job mentally there is not much thought. It's gross, demanding, and well a job. So, before working, had wasted much of life sitting around, not doing much, not flowing passions, not meeting friends, not living. Was depressed, the first work week at the job was morally destroying, from the gang music that played and the Spanish that was spoken. Having the restaurant busy, coupled with not having cleaned dishes on such a scale, and not having much of an introduction or break in on the how abouts with this work is. Well, was in the weeds, stayed behind longer then the actual scheduled hours every night that week. Was distraught and raving on minor aspects of life. Kept on going anyway, only took real comfort in following an old passion. Reading! It was from there, started to write again. Started to want to be alive again. Just kept on hanging on, it's worth it. Not just hanging on, but flowing your heart. One day, just as any other, through no matter how many trials you may face, no matter the comfort you have to give up to get there, living and preparing for that day is worth it. The trials make you stronger, makes other trials easier, the comfort of following your dreams is the best feeling, and that day will be as any other, as much as to day as any other and the next will be, the difference is you.

Work tomorrow, 10:00 AM, have got to walk about a half mile thorough the snow, up writing anyhow.

12:38 AM

Yep.