There are a few reasons that I wanted to do this:
1) First and foremost: Po-Po (my grandmother)
2) Cancer seriously sucks
3) I needed motivation to get in shape
4) I needed motivation... period
I've always been a goal-oriented kind of a gal and I realized in the past few months that I was getting mopey, moody and all around icky. I couldn't pin-point the reason. I kept trying to answer "What do I want to do with my life?" and couldn't find the answer. But once I decided to do this, I've become alive again. Having something to work towards has given me the kick in the ass that I needed. I'm still not sure exactly what needs to be addressed ... but I'm ok with the fact that I don't know what I want to be when I grow up...
I don't know... and I'm ok with that.
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