The same month last year, I reached the end of the rope on an endeavor that I thought would last for five more years.I’ve had the hardest time moving forward from that point, mostly because of self-disappointment, pride, and low self-worth. I chose to while away the next six months wallowing in depression and looking at the future with apprehension and doubt.
I oft wonder now if that was the wisest course of action. Short answer: It wasn’t. Life travels on whether we are on board the train or not.
This month, I am confronted with a thousand and one decisions on what to do with myself for the next years. The optimism and hope that I carefully gathered and packed for this trip is slowly being consumed with no definite plan of action.
I keep telling myself that I cannot succumb to another bout of depression and hopelessness. There is really no point in being in that stage again. No point at all.
One month has passed since there was a very significant change in my life. I cannot let anything disregard that change, no matter how discouraging things are being.
I simply have to stand straight with my chin held high and keep moving forward. Someday soon, things will get better, right? I need to hear that and I need to believe that it will.
It will, definitely.
Have I reached my tipping point?