I was feeling a little stuck. I was dealing with minor health issues, I was sick for weeks and I was struggling to keep up with school and then I was starting to struggle with skating. I feel like a lot of people feel this way; you get to the middle of the semester, you get stressed and then fight or flight kicks in. For me the instinct to run kicks in, I want to quit, to change my whole life, to move somewhere else, just do anything to change the situation so I did the cheapest change I could and redecorated my room.
My room was an absolute disaster and I felt like it was a direct representation of how unbalanced and out of control I was feeling so the first step was cleaning up.
|the before picture|
|it's not perfect but it's more organized at least|
|I put up a card my Grandma gave me to remind me what's important and a picture and old good-luck letter from one of my friends to remind me that there's people who are proud of me and who believe in me|
|no more 1D, I'm such a grownup|