Overslept

I started out the day oversleeping until about 8:15. I recall the alarm going off at 7 a.m., which would have allowed me more than enough time to get ready and get to work ON TIME, since I am staying on Wall Street and it's a straight shot to 34th street from here. But they have one of these crazy, new-agey clocks that - GASP! - doesn't have a snooze button. It's bizarre, I tell you!
So anyway, yeah, I started the day by oversleeping and ended it by realizing I had overslept.

I think one of the worst things about realizing you have overstayed your welcome is the knowledge that it's your own fault you ended up in a position where such a thing was possible. The second worst thing is knowing that you put someone else in the unfortunate position of informing you. The third worst thing is the deep confusion and sense of failure that follows the question, How the hell did I get here? No, really. How did this happen to me?

Meghan said it best when she pointed out that focusing on the How is severely counterproductive. The important thing is to focus on moving on from the situation. Sitting down and attempting to analyze every mistake I have ever made in my life, and how it has impacted the currect state of my being, is such a waste of time and brain waves. I need to be using that energy toward owning my mistakes, assuming responsibility, and finally picking up the pieces and rising stronger than ever.

So much has happened in the past twelve months, which is why I have been so anxious to kiss it good-bye, but until I am caught up to the person I have always imagined I would be, I can't forget those years and just sweeping them under the rug. If I do, I won't learn from my mistakes. History will repeat itself and one day I will wake up, having pressed the snooze button one too many times, realizing I've missed out on some good living.

It's time to start showing up on time.