Day 1 - Starting Over

I have heard about blogging. I post my simple thoughts on Facebook. I have never considered Tweeting. I have never done a blog.
A movie was my source of inspiration for this blog. My online English class is what pushed me into this adventure. I will not disclose the movie title because I am not being paid for its publicity. I will say that I admire the woman who made a personal challenge for herself and seen it all the way through.
I will explore my world with new meaning. I will push myself to meet my goals. I will ask anybody who stumbles upon my mediocre writings on life and decides to read, make it a requirement to force me to continue. I need someone to encourage and push me through.
I told my husband earlier today that he was a finisher, I am a quitter. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. Not me. I tend to quit. If I don't understand it, if it doesn't go my way, I quit.
I have quit college three times. I have resigned from good jobs. I stopped talking to my mother.
I take the easy way out and I need to be held accountable. Even if no one read, or replies, I am out there. I have potential eyes on my. My aspiration in this: to make myself continue and persevere on my own journey through life.
Currently, my journey has disappointed me, as I am sure there are others out there who feel their life has not fulfilled them. I started out with everything, and now feel that I fail my family. I have not done all I can for them by bettering myself along the way.
I graduated early from high school. I was pregnant soon after and walked the stage with my class carrying a small bump on my stomach. That November, a beautiful baby girl was born. I will share the timeline of my adult life on my page.
Just know this: I could have and can do better. Nobody held me back but myself. I am accountable for my actions. Also, I blamed myself for having a child. This is what society does. When a teen is pregnant, we say their life is going to take a turn for the worse. This is not true. It was not having a child that drowned me, it was my own lack of motivation and my willingness to quit. I will no longer quit.