I'm only 22 years old. I wouldn't exactly say I'm wisened and old, but I think it's fair to say that I have some solid hours under my belt raging hard into the night. Unfortunately, that shit has started to come with mornings full of slothfulness, gluttony, guilt, and tinges of regret. I have goals. At the end of the day I have to ask myself. What's worth more, what I want or what I want right now?
The people I know like to party and have a good time. I love these people, and I absolutely adore the times I've had with them. Unfortunately, it might be time to stop attending some of these gatherings (or play DD for anybody and anyone). I need to get my shit together. I felt like I have just been slipping all through 2011. I think it's time to start acting like an old fart and get my curmudgeon on. Champions don't get wasted every weekend. I might indulge every now and then, but it is high time I made the tough choices.
I'd be lying if my family's history wasn't involved. It's definitely a motivator. Time to start prove the haters and my insecurities wrong. I'm going to have to draw the hard lines. I'm going to have to say no to the good times. Shit might get a little drab, a little boring, but I refuse to have my potential denied due to wasted time. Those who achieve greatness have to sacrifice along the way. It won't be easy, but it will be worth it.
Going cold turkey? No. Cutting the partying, money spent, time wasted waaaay back? Yes. Have I considered how hypocritical I'm being for every time I ever told someone to drink? Yes. It isn't easy to be 22 years old convinced of a burgeoning alcohol dependance issue, but that's just my fight, and one I will win.
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