It seems like every time I get back ON the horse, I slide right back off. It’s like a vicious cycle, one that I can’t seem to shake.
I can talk and explain and give a million different excuses. I can make promises, ‘Today start’s a whole new leaf,’ blah blah blah. All of those things.
What it all boils down to, is putting my thoughts down.
I’m not going to make any promises. Not this time. This time, I’m just going to do it.
Headphones on. Window open. A gentle breeze and my thoughts.