I always wonder what people who have the time to sit and drink a cup of tea think about. How do they have this time? I’d like to have that time. And they’re always older—like retired. Am I not supposed to sit and think until I’m older? It kinda feels that way. So I’m going to sit
I’m not perfect (my self-deprecating thoughts will assure you of it). But I’m really beginning to like who I am. Which is surprising because I felt like who I am (for so long) was just a little off. Not tall enough, not smart enough, not on-time enough… just not much of “enough” at all. It
falling upwards the bottom never comes when you’re falling upwards – J.B.E.