speedbumbs

Here's where I get to tell myself, "I told you so."

When I was at my dad's house two weeks ago everything was so much easier. Practicing, living, being happy. I--naively--thought that returning would be the same. Somehow I started with energy and intent and got myself going, which led to momentum. Positive momentum that for the week, kept me going.

But all good things must come to an end.

I'm not sure what the best plan of attack is. I figure I should just keep plowing through until it all starts working again.