Adiós Enero.
Fuckin February. All-fuckin-ready?
Time goes, huh? All I can do is wonder what's going to happen this year. The thing about hard work is that you've got to keep doing it if it's going to pay off. The minute you slack, you miss out on possibilities and what could have been. The harder thing about hard work is when it pays off, and you're unsure of which opportunity is the right one for you. I feel like a million doors have opened.
I am grateful. For everyone. For everything. Especially on the days I have nothing. (The grass isn't always green over here. Shit happens. Nature, for example.) There are often days when I have nothing or just feel that way. On those days, though, I always remember that I have myself. And others have me. And I have them. And this sounds super corny but, hey. Why not? Why not live too happy. I remember not liking people simply because they were too happy. But who am I to say someone's happiness is unjustifiable? And if it is, is it really any of my business? How can you be uspet at someone else's joy? That, ladies & gentlemen, is hatred --more commonly referred to as "hate".
Hate's a strong emotion. I hope you overcome that.
xoxo,
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