Day 83

This morning I woke up and I went outside to smoke a cigarette. The first thought I had come up was an imagination/projection of being at work. Then I thought about my new rv that I’m renting and the people that I’m renting from and the memories from last night having dinner with them in the main house next to the rv.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to constantly project myself into the future with my work.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to constantly access memories of being at work.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed the thought ‘I am a no good piece of shit’.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed the thought ‘my life is useless’.