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Update: 5 Things On The 5th (July 2018)

All right, all right! I totally forgot I was supposed to post this on the 5th, but I'm only one day late and I spent last night hanging with my partner and CATS. The point is that I'm doing it still.

  1. I started my Generator Card collection -- properly, this time. I had a few before, but not a binder to put them in. For those not in the know, Generator Cards are from Sound Voltex, you can get them printed off at Round One locations when you play Voltex, and it's a very physical reminder of how much I love Bemani. Even if I'm not the biggest Voltex fan (I have a bunch of the Grafica cards).
  2. I got hit! Normally getting rear-ended wouldn't go on a list like this, but what's important about it is that I'm proud of how I handled it. I didn't freak out, I used my head, and I'm now being smart as far as getting my car fixed and adulting. It's a huge confidence booster and it's increased my own trust of myself. 
  3. I played something other than a sonatina on the piano all the way through for the first time since graduation. Makes me realize there truly are only a few things left to conquer...and I've reached the end of my road, and I know I can push it further. I'm sure I'll talk about it more on here as things go on, but for now, it's a secret-secret :)
  4. I finally, FINALLY let go of the new abusive relationship I found myself in (friendship, not Mikkun) to the point where I'm no longer thinking about them all the time. There's deconstruction to be done, and chaos (uh, LOTS of chaos -- more on that later) but I'm actually looking forward to it, one step at a time. Goodbye, love. Get yourself some help on the way out.
  5. I haven't missed a single step day since June 1st. I feel GREAT. Probably not losing any weight, but it proved I can set up new habits. Day by day, baby.

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