I like to talk a lot of shit. For example, I’m always a big advocate for everyone to accept change and look forward to it. I’m pretty good at saying the right things when I’m asked about change too. If you listen to the words coming out of my mouth, you’d probably believe that I was always prepared for change because change is inevitable. You would think that I am always looking for a change, mainly when it includes stepping out of my comfort zone. You’d hardly ever hear me complaining about the idea of switching shit up. I can be full of shit at times.

I still cringe hard at the idea of change. I get nervous, and while I get excited too, I feel more of the nervousness. I’m pretty good at saying to only worry about the things that you can control and not spend too much thinking about the things you cannot, but that’s another thing I’m full of shit with. I worry about a lot of the things I can’t control, no matter how often I try and practice what I preach. I am afraid of fucking up and committing a mistake. Once I make a mistake, I overanalyze it for the rest of the day. I may not say a word out loud, but that’s the kind of shit that my head processes during the day. I wonder how I could redo my action to avoid making that same mistake. Afterward, I focus on the way to bounce back from my mistake, two-fold.

The next time I try and give out any advice on how to start a new chapter, I hope I get called out for being full of shit. It’s about time I begin practicing what I preach. Up until today, most of my change has been because of specific actions I’ve taken, but it’s time I start adapting well to the changes brought upon me. There’s a lesson somewhere around here; I guess it just depends on what I want to learn.