Today I just had the best dream in the history of humanity's entire existence. A dream devoid of any love interests (a detail I am incredibly proud of), jam-packed with action and adventure, filled to the brim with elements resembling the extraordinary. It's a shame I forgot about 90% of it upon waking up.
I usually disregard trivial details like this, but it has been a while since I've felt good about a dream without a love interest / strange, fictional boy involved in it. I take this as a good sign. The fact that I'm beginning to dream less of boys means I'm starting to think less of boys, in real time.
I'm actually putting conscious effort into centering my thoughts around more worthwhile topics now, ones that don't involve unrealistic expectations of romance brought about by years and years of chick-flick viewing.
It's good to know that I'm making progress on this end, but there's something else I have to improve on: my lifestyle. I need to start eating healthy (which I say all the time but never actually do) & start exercising more. Perhaps it's a stretch but it definitely needs to be attended to.
It is about 1 AM & it feels as if I'm about to relapse, jump back into toxic habits. Wish me all the best.
