During my walk with my mom today, I was telling her how guilty I feel about moving out without Ryan. He’s been working long hours and picking up shifts at Big 5 getting ready to move out. When he comes home at night, he looks so beat. If I were to get an apartment with him, I would make his life SO much easier.

My mom told me he’s not my responsibility. She said that this was something that would be good for him. Her answer surprised me, I’m not going to lie. But she’s right and I just need to get out of here and I figure it will be off my mind.

Anyway, I was proud of myself because I realized that, despite the fact I finished that self discipline book a couple of weeks ago, I have been sticking to the principles it talked about. For example, today I got home from work later than I normally do on a Friday and I took a nap. After talking to Mary and eating my customary early dinner, it was dark out by the time I got around to going for a jog. it was dark out and I didn’t really want to go. But I made myself do it whereas in the past, I probably would have skipped it without a second thought.

There are many other examples. Like, when I was at Lori’s, I wanted nothing more than to sleep in and take it easy but I made myself get out of bed and walk with my mom.

Looking for an apartment is another example. I know everyone thinks I’m dragging my feet, and that was true initially, but I’ve been pricing mattresses, making a list of things I need, etc. Sure, there’s nothing impressive about any of this. But it’s me trying to do better.