I’ve never been one to really pursue the things I want in life. Mostly I get by with chance and trying to put myself in a situation that would benefit me. I’ve always had this thing about getting too emotionally attached in the things I’ve wanted–kind of placing them in this weird area of space in my life–almost like the living room your mother won’t let you do things in. I’m trying real hard to not be so detached from everything and everyone–current friends excluded. Personally I don’t feel as if I do, but I’m starting to see it now, mostly in the little things. Tonight on the ride, I was a couple of blocks back and I decided I wanted to push myself to catch up. I got in my drops and I just pushed, I was trying really hard at first but then I realized I’d probably just get tired too fast. I stayed in my drops and just kept it steady and caught up to the front. I think if I just grit my teeth and push a little bit more every time, I’ll find myself a lot happier this time around.