Well, I'm still kind of feeling overwhelmed by life, but after sobering up (ha) and getting some perspective from some good friends, I'm feeling a bit more hopeful about the state of things.

I could chalk it up to hormones, the stress of the beginning push of my half-marathon training, and a little too much to drink last night, but I know that my issues are somewhat real. Not to say they aren't manageable. But I know they're founded from several distinguishable roots.

That said, I've got a boatload of things to do this weekend, and I'm feeling like I need to make a to-do list for life. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow.

I don't want to lose my focus anymore. I want to believe in what I know is true for me, and be staunch in myself and my identity.

My 3-miler went much better today than earlier this week. I'm still a little scared for 6 miles this weekend, but I'm sure I'll be all right.

[EDIT] Okay sorry but I just really have to vent this one little nugget: I hate being flaked on. It is probably my biggest pet peeve in life. I don't know what the root of this one is, but I can't stand lack of follow-through. Okay that is all. [/EDIT]