Tomorrow is the first story of your 365 page book. Make it a good one, ok? Just…Yes. Yes, YEs, YES. Cheers, guys. So many cheers. Happy <f*ckn> New Year. And thank you all for the best year of my life. The best. Yes.
“For what it’s worth…it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit. Start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same. There’s no rules to this thing. We can make the best or worst of it. I hope you make the… Read More Here. We. Go.
“For all that has been, thanks. For all that will be, yes.” :: So this is Christmas. Last year, at this time, shit got real, life got hard, and reality slapped me in the face. I took some time to think, swallow, cry and then I made the tough decision to lean. Lean on my… Read More For All That Will Be, Yes
No one warns you about the amount of mourning in growth :: Chatted last night with a friend about how lonely New York can feel when everyone leaves for the holidays. His response: “Make the most of it, the suffering only comes from comparing what you think it should be like instead. Take bubble baths,… Read More Growth
Étoile filante (feminine word) | Shooting star | /e.twal fi.lãt/ I hope she knows that no matter what–the mistakes I made, the path I chose, the stubbornness I held onto–I always loved her, treasured her, adored her, and missed her. Still do. Happy birthday, sweet girl. You are truly, truly missed. This is me and… Read More I Hope She Knows
“The purpose of this glorious life is not to simply endure it, but to soar, stumble and flourish as you learn to fall in love with existence. We were born to live, my dear. Not to merely exist.”