You may start with all the gusto, then midway you are left wondering where it all went

Keywords: 30years , Commitment issues

Having identified and accepted the problem, I think the next step is dissecting the problem. This should be a slow process that would probably require an aged therapist with glasses and a room with a wall full of books. I don’t have much on my plate right now. I can role play the aged therapist in glasses twice a week. I have all the time to work on myself, to start something and see the end of it or see it through. I will first commit to the healing process. I will start with a small task like working on my weight. Later I will graduate to making sure I utilize this space. I think by the time I am turning 30 which is in a few weeks time, I will have started checking up on people randomly.

https://itskirigo.wordpress.com/2020/05/25/could-be-commitment-issues

The biggest mental issue is my need for external validation

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I need this external validation. I need people. I want people to invite me to hang out with them. But that doesn’t happy. I’m usually the guy who has to plan everything in my friend group. But they all meet up with each other all the time. But I can’t blame them. Almost all of my friends are girls and it’s wrong for me to be always there for girl time. And honestly, I’m kind of sick hearing about purses, guys, and periods.

https://butchalis.wordpress.com/2021/06/03/my-first-post-2

I’m starting to think I want to have a daughter someday

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Somehow this reminds me of our connection to God, whoever that may be. I nurture my puppy, and she nurtures me. God nurtures me, so I can nurture my puppy. And I please God by doing good deeds and loving others. Love is what connects us all to one another, and love is that feeling of happiness when you discover how much that person or dog’s existence means to you. Someone once explained to me: perfect circles don’t exist in nature, but we know that they exist. In the same way, there must be a perfect version of a person, and the journey of becoming closer to that person, or God, is what life is for. That made a lot of sense to me.

https://pinkestsummer.wordpress.com/2021/05/16/self-awareness

I want to be a journalist because similar to my job at McDonald’s, I see it as a great platform to help people

Keywords: personal , blog , blogpost , dog , football , wolves

I grew up in a small village in the South-West called Stoborough. Whilst I ended up branching out to the bigger areas such as Poole and Bournemouth, Stoborough will always have a special place in my heart because it played a massive role in the events that made me who I am today. It made me realise that, as crease as it sounds, there’s nothing stronger than people working together to make sure we’re all doing OK. Journalism presents me with the opportunity to do that every day and gives me the opportunity to do the right thing for the people who want to get their stories heard.

https://maxscupboard.wordpress.com/2021/04/26/my-first-post

This time, there you go, no idea, just started running

Keywords: running , running diaries , long run , regents canal , thames

I thought I want to go to the river downtown London. And off I went. And I managed to run 16k on a moderate effort level, with great joy! I enjoyed the city, oh my god, the parks? Hyde, Green and St. James park are in another level this time of the year. The colours, the smiley people, the buzz, is unbelievable.

https://aathanasia.wordpress.com/2021/03/28/back-to-back-running-weekend

I want to thank those people who stood with me at that time when I was so lost

Keywords: life , appreciation , friends , growth , journey , nostalgia , thank you

Those who supported me in their own way. I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. The inspiration I got to pick up the pen to write, in the first place in 2018, changed my life, totally. I found my voice. Thank you, my friends, for your loving and caring presence and all the encouragement.

https://musingonline.home.blog/2020/12/14/one-day-at-a-time