I’ll admit it…I play Candy Crush. I apologize to all the friends I’ve bothered with requests for lives, turns, and various other pastel colored things.
As I was playing tonight, I sank into a zone…a candy filled trance, if you will. Every move I make has to count, I said to myself. I can’t make mistakes. I can only do things that count towards my goal.
Yes, a little crazy. But then I thought about my life. With breakups come self-examinations, quarter life crises, re-emergence of self. I have a new list of goals that I want to achieve. And every move I make has to count towards the fulfillment of those goals. No more dallying. Work, perseverance, and eventually, success.
As of next Saturday, my own apartment. As of now, a new article (or two) every week. As of December, the application to grad school, part 2. And next year? Who knows. There are thoughts of a big move swirling around in my head, but I’ll leave that for another day.
This is it.