But then I found that what I thought were spots of strength in my plan were actually points of weakness, and I spent a great few hours crying. It's not out of my system, but I got out of the floor and pulled myself up by my (stylish) bootstraps.
Now that my health is out of the red and I've gotten my self-pity out of my system, all there is room for is fighting for what I want, for growth, for determination, for positivity.
I might have my days, but I am not a weak person. I have always fought for what I wanted, especially if I think those around me can benefit from it. In this situation, I see 98% positive results for all of those involved. The other 2% will fix itself or maybe it won't, but I'm going to be selfish.
Yesterday, I managed to accomplish all three gonnas, despite the emotional roller coaster or whatever other kind of vomit-inducing theme park ride you can think of.
Today, I'm gonna: APPLY TO MORE JOBS! A lot more jobs. I'm also gonna go see my dad.
The bigger gonnas are just around the corner. Stick with me while I get the smaller ones underway. I'll bake you a cookie or a "Shaun of the Dead" cake.