It is amazing what I can find when I go back and read my journal. The following is an example.
When you come to a point in your life where you know things can only go two ways, you are screwed. Believe me it has happened to me on several occasions. The “occasion” has blasted itself into my life once again.
My mom used to make me take this “ castor oil ” once every six months. (You know, the kind of thing of “whether you need it or not.”) It was the sickest thing ever swallowed by me. I would see her preparing it and I would go to running. One day she chased me all the way to the end of the driveway spoon and oil in hand. I knew I had to stop running. I set the situation up, got my mind set, and then swallowed it.
Such is my life. I keep running from what feels like a spoon full of castor oil.