For the most part, I run on caffeine, sarcasm and inappropriate thoughts. That’s probably why my head never stops spinning. I have 27 notebooks in my closet filled with random ideas and potentially pointless theories.
I am a terrible speller and at times seem to have a whimsical view on punctuation. But I also have this crazy idea that my purpose is bigger than me… or any of those thoughts I’ve scratched onto paper.
I’ve learned that self-esteem stems from the choice of who you are trying to impress. In order to make yourself proud, you have got to do things you can be proud of.
My worst days have earned me the happiest days of my life. Looking at these notebooks I’m realizing that these endless thoughts are just a reminder that the best is yet to come.