Do The Things You Said You Would

Chopin's Raindrops played on the iTunes program running on my computer, the night falling, the kid incorrigible running around, overcoming every obstacle placed there in order to stop, not encourage him. Yet, time and again, he'd persevere and conquer. I'd given up on trying to stop him, now I had began to admire his courage and resilience. Then Aerosmith's Dream On came on. Again, I'd think of a thought that overcame me when I lied motionless on bed, struck and broken down by a severe depression. The solution is simple: do the things you said you'd do. Exercise, file your taxes, book a fight to Barranquilla for the end of the year, take a 3-day cruise with Isabel and spend a few days with Paola in Miami. Three days, the most. Go to South Beach at night, the beach on daytime, splendid. Pay what you owe and work more hours, buy yourself a nice pair of black shoes, spectacular for the job. Look your best, nothing fights off depression like planning ahead, waking up earlier, eating healthier, meditating, focusing and writing. Apply for the passport, have that done with. Become a Fire Safety Director by the end of the year, or at the beginning of the next one, as latest. Earn enough so that Isabel doesn't have to work another full-time. Keep pouring money away at my retirement through the 401K. Once the income tax money comes in, we'd be a lot less stressed and things will work out for the best in the end. Just hang in there, push and don't be such a coward. Talk to a lot of girls, get numbers like crazy, throw them away, and live the single life you haven't lived ever since your four month vacation came to an abrupt end.