It happened again. I woke up at 3:34 a.m. Why is this happening? I thought I made a mental agreement with myself. I can’t return to sleep. Why does this keep happening? I thought that I made peace with this. I’m leaving that crappy job to move on to my goals. Why am I my own worst enemy? Why am I sabotaging myself? Hmm, I see.

I didn’t do it clean. I never resigned and my conscious is punishing me slightly for it. I’ll do this then: When I wake up in the middle of the night again, I’ll move. I’ll just move, no matter what. Since I live with my parents, why not ask them to help. I do know that this opportunity means more to me than most things. I’ll accept this infraction today, but no longer. I will do all that is necessary to ensure my success. Even it that means momentary discomfort. Even if that means making adjustments to the agenda of my lifespan. Even if that means to cut short some friendships, or to temporary forget who I am and what I stand for. Yes, it is really worth that.