It's time to make some changes. It's time to pursue my goals wholeheartedly.
Yes, I'm scared. I've failed a lot.
But I can't give up. It's not worth it.
This December I turn 25. I'm determined to look back on how I end my first quarter century of life and say, "I accomplished what I set out to accomplish." I want to finish well.
So here we go. Here's to a new "year" (even if it is June). Here's to a new start (if if others are many laps ahead in this race). Here's to reviving some old dreams (even if I fear them going sour through incompletion yet again).
I choose to believe, to declare: I have what it takes.