I feel a lot better. Let there be shit. I’m over it. I’m beyond it. Besides, I’m better than it.
Maybe my confidence has been a bust for a while. To be candid, maybe I haven’t allowed myself to have anything to be put on the list. But it’s a work in progress, it always is, and just like back in 06, it’s a work but there is progress. I’m always working on this strength, and I always come out on top.
And I don’t lie to myself about it. Which is always the difference that matters in the end.
And I have writing. I will never lose it. And I am good at it. I’m good at something at least. My life is only beginning.
Thank God for God, my friends, and the things that fate throws at you. Good night.