I’m sure this isn’t the last I’ll have to say on the matter, so maybe I should have called this, “Welcome Home, V.1”. I went from a pretty low, lonely place to a really great high in a matter of hours. I can’t begin to describe how happy I feel. I’m pinching myself, to make sure this isn’t a dream. I am truly, truly blessed. I understand, though, that the work doesn’t stop here, and I need to stay hungry, humble, and relentless.
But I have to admit that after two years of taking losses, this one feels really, really good, and I’m smiling so hard and there are butterflies in my stomach and my head is spinning so fast in such a good way that I can’t fall asleep.
I believe in hard work. I believe in chasing after the things you want, and making things happen instead of waiting for your geography to change. I believe that no matter how tough the tough times are, they don’t last, but tough people do. I believe that I went through and am going through what I’m going through for a reason. I believe that when I look back on this time, it will be a mixture of sadness and happiness, but above all I’m going to be thankful for it all. I believe that I can be strong enough for anything that comes my way, and I believe that I have it within me to rise up from the low places I’ve been. I believe that I can be a better person, and I believe that I have a lot to give. I’m happy, I’m amped, I’m geeked, and I’m hungrier than ever to do the damn thing. Ain’t nothin’ to it, but to do it.
I guess this was probably a post more suited to my personal blog, and I’ll probably end up copying and pasting over there, too, just so I remember. But I guess I wanted to post it here so you wouldn’t all think I was dead or over writing or something.
peel the scars from off my back; i don’t need them anymore.
you can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars,
i’ve come home.
