One thing I wanted to talk about is that not only do I consider myself an Athlete, an artist, but also a musician. I used to play piano, at one point I was able to play Beethoven's Moonlight sonata. I miss playing that thing so much, but I just kept letting the thoughts of "oh what will other people think" get in the way of me practicing. This was so even when my mom told me she didn't care if I would stumble. I was so insecure back then when I was in my mid teens.On a side note I just feel like young people are robbed of developing their personalities and interests because what everyone does is scroll on the phone.
Right now i have a harmonica and know how to play piano man, poetic indeed. Also have a digital piano which I plan on using one of these days. Speaking of which I also wrote poetry and want to explore that again, I wrote some poems to some people they said they were amazing. Back to the music, I'm going to go to the community court yard and play it for a bit. My mom and her husband practice guitar, yet I keep making the same excuse. albeit me in the court yard is a way for me to get around it.
When it comes to my mission to becoming a varsity athlete I'm doing much better. I can go out, and do what ever and don't care to much what other people think. I love walking in fact. It's a habit I have cultivated despite all the circumstances against me and it's one of the base routines I have that I am proud off and that makes me happy. I went to another part of Puerto Rico to help my mom take care of some problems with her property. I forgot to pack extra shoes and only brought sandals. I didn't care at first. I walked 30 minutes like I always do. But when I finished I noticed on my big toes they were a little scrapped from all the friction from the walk with the sandals.That was on Friday, I like to give myself a break on the weekends. So on Monday I said screw it and just walked bear foot for half an hour. It wasn't to bad at all tbh and I was glad I could still do the one habit that I have had for years despite the inconveniences.
As far as my case and trial. I feel like I am in the right place. Everything is starting to fall into place and I feel like on October 10th I wont be taken back to the Iron Hotel. Instead I will be back here telling you guys just how successful the routine given to me was.
I got my note book ready. Lets freaking go.
ps. I know technically I should call my moms husband my "step dad" but the reason I don't is not because I dislike him at all, he seems alright to me in fact. But the reason is because I only have one dad, and sadly he is no longer with us. NO ONE CAN REPLACE HIM.
pss, was trying to find online the name of the piano key board thingy (it's called a digital piano, in Spanish we call them teclado which translates to key board so that why I was going of that) on the web and found a site that lets my play piano from my key board. I got head phones so I'm going to be practicing like crazy.