All about me

I’ve been getting my act together –  cutting the crap and finding my purpose.

I’ve starting eating right, thinking right, speaking right and working out. I’ve got a life coach, a life plan and a journal. Watch out world; here I come.

I’d always thought there wasn’t much power to positive thinking, that my life couldn’t be improved through seven habits, that the chicken soup would be stale for my soul. But I was wrong. I finally broke down and bought a couple of self-help books – and a poster of a sunset over a coastline – to remind me of my infinite potential.

I haven’t been the same since.

I figured it was about time that I do something. I don’t know why I was so reluctant to join my fellow industrious Americans.

Collectively, we spend $11 billion a year on self-help books, CDs, seminars and programs.

You can’t argue with that kind of success.

Now that I’m in the revolution, I’m loving it. I’d been so misguided for so long, thinking that a good life was made of balance and diverse experience.

Now I know better. A good life can be described and improved through simple bullet-point lists.

I made my own plan, and I’m ready for change.

For example, I’m going to quit talking to that guy who always asks for my advice. Sure, he’s in a tough spot right now, but can’t he figure it out himself?

It’s just that I’m always so drained after meeting with him. What’s the deal? I can’t be held down with his worries. Does he realize how much being his friend sucks for me? I’ve got to live my best life now.

And I can quit being nice to those people that aren’t ever nice to me. They probably can’t even understand how much they’re negatively affecting my happiness quotient.

Seems like they only know how to make withdrawals from my account of good feelings. I don’t have to live like that.

Screw them.

In fact, a lot of people in my life are dead weight. They don’t offer me a thing. Here I am, trying to get myself in order, trying to make something new, and all they can think about is how things have been.

Sure, we used to enjoy spending time together with no real focus. We did the whole “hanging out” thing. It was fun, but I’ve moved on. I just don’t have the time.

Now, I’m living the full life. My calendar’s overflowing, and that’s the way I like it.
That is, until I need some “me time,” at which point I expect everyone to give me some space. It’s so tiring to live each day as your last. Sometimes, I just need a break.

I know this process will be long. And I get that not everyone will understand. But I’m going for it. Because self-help finally got me thinking about what’s most important: me.