A Saturday night with too much time on my hands

A lot of things have been going through my mind lately. I feel like a failure. I’m 34 years old and have just about nothing to show for it.
My marriage failed, and it was completely my fault. I have friends, but they live their own lives and I feel like a burden to them at times. My family has never been anything but wonderful to me, yet I feel like a failure to them.
I’m not saying I am a failure, only that I feel like one. I’ve screwed up so much that my name should be changed to Phillips to avoid any confusion. My failure as a human has put me on this couch on a Saturday night completely alone, jobless, broke, no insurance, and dangerously high blood pressure.
I don’t know where to turn on a daily basis. I pray, I try to keep my head up but it isn’t always easy when I don’t know how I make it from day to day.
I’m not asking for pity, I’m where I am today because of my own actions or lack thereof. If you feel sorry you can pray for me, we all need prayer.

What makes the world go round?

What makes each of us tick? I have many different interests.  Listening to music and podcasts, writing, reading, exercising, watching television and movies.  I could list other things, but you get the idea.  I have these interests because they relax me and appeal to my better nature.

It is those interests that have gotten me through the past few months.  I have tried to keep my head up and be positive but it hasn’t always been easy.  I’m not the fastest reader and I’m probably a third-rate writer.  That’s okay, I used to be an even slower reader and a fifth-rate writer.  Progress is just a matter of moving forward.

I move forward every day.