Day Three hundred and twenty five - Love like blood

I had plans for this past week. I had a little over a week off, and I wanted to do things, and keep on doing what I already was doing. But along the way I managed to get a little bit ill, and though medication allowed me to pull through the worst of it, I still felt physically depleted. I could have dealt with just that, but I was mentally depleted as well, and that came about from me being mostly bed-ridden these past few days, and spending what free time I had swiping people left and right. It was conducive to me having not only a bad day, one isolated bad day, but a string of bad days that culminated in me doing something I'd sworn I'd never do again, which was drink myself stupid. And not only didn't it even taste good, the booze, I got so hungover that I'm still reeling physically. Rank stupidity on my part. 

I lost focus, I allowed myself to lose focus, and I now feel like I took a major stumble on my road to where I want and have to be. But that's ok, it's done and I won't chastise myself over it. I'll learn from this, and tomorrow I resume my path forward. There are lessons here, and at least now I know - and with added certainty - what not to do. What temptations to avoid. I don't want to go back to where I've been for the past few years, I can't - I won't - survive another such year. From now on I must not stray from the path, ever again, and though I know that soon I'll be put to the test again, it's ahead I must look at. Ever ahead, always ahead, ever north.