1:47AM

It's 1:47AM.
I work at 6AM.
The math equation that would follow 2 facts like that goes as follows:
4hours of sleep + Angela = sucky day at work for co-workers + A LOT of missing chocolate from the Candy jar.

In the words of a legend "Goodnight cruel world, I'll see you in the mornin" --Kanye West.

Just one quick thought here:
Perspective.
Attitude.
Outlook.

(That was actually 3...)

Remember to have a positive one. It helps no one, ESPECIALLY yourself, to be down on you. These last 2 weeks, to put in bluntly, sucked major ballz, and I just keep putting out the negative view. I keep being a grouch. I keep sleeping in. I keep being lazy and not working out.
Starting tomorrow that is CHANGING. It WILL take effort. I am naiive to think that it won't. But no matter how big or small the challenge I'm going to make it.

"If you're trying to achieve, there will be roadblocks. I've had them; everybody has had them. But obstacles don't have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don't turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it."    -Michael Jordan

Two. Years.

I've decided to keep an online journal of sorts. I have a real journal but I try not to put too much girly things in it so that when my kids have the chance to read it they don't have TOO much to hold over my head. I'm afraid its probably too late for that already, but maybe I could start here. As if I don't internet spam enough with facebook, twitter, pinterest and I am newly instagramming which I think is probably going to be a bad thing. I like having barely anyone to read this because I'm not worried about "how many likes" I'm going to get or if my internet rep is going to get bigger or less. It's me writing for me. ANYWAYS.
Today was my Monday "sick day" as my older brother would call it. He was convinced I skipped 9/10th of Jr. High because of "sick days" BUT I HAD STOMACHE ISSUES. And who NEEDS grade 7 science anyways? I was getting 98's anyways. That might have been the beginning of my declining grades and slacker reputation but I think it really built morale in the fact that I had to be able to really convince MYSELF I was even sick those days. Just kididng, but today was one of those more "optional" sick days. Of course, I wasn't feeling 100%, but ask me out of my whole summer how many mornings at 6AM have I really truly FELT 100%? hahaha very few, it was more the feeling of I didn't get enough sleep the night before and I didn't want to have any meltdowns at work in the backroom. Really I was sparing everyone ELSE. I could handle me breaking down. Just knew they'd have a problem. hahaha the point of this all is that I think it finally hit me today.
Two Years.
Two Years. Wow. You know what happens in two years? A new born baby can now walk, talk and probably feed themselves. Someone could receive their Associates degree. Someone could start a new passion. Someone could have trained and ran a marathon. Someone could move across the world and BACK. Two. Years.
Someone could be a totally different person. Two Years.
I'm so excited for the next Two Years. They're going to be such a journey for me. They already hold so much self-discovery for me that its crazy. I'm excited to mature. I am maturing. I've started to view things in a different light and I'm excited to continue with life. I sometimes hit little road blocks but have found that at each of these the provided Detour Route has allowed me see so much more then I would have staying on my original, straightforward path. I learn to love every detour. I am learning to love this new Detour. Two Years was not in my plan. I don't know if it even IS in my plan. For now I'm blessed for what I have. An amazing family and friends that make me laugh harder then anything. I don't know what I have to complain about. Needless to say, tomorrows going to be "better then ever" type of day and I'm grateful. As one of my best friends and greatest examples always says, "Life is Good. Smile." and that's what I'm going to do. :)