Why is every show the hardest show I’ve ever done?
How can all the damn roads be uphill?
Sometimes, shit just “is”.
Nothing ventured; nothing gained.
You can’t win it if you ain’t in it.
I am not afraid of success; I expect it.
I got high expectations.
So sue me.
You settle. I’m aiming for the moon. If I fail and land on a star ; I’ll send you a postcard.
I only know one thing better than trying, doing.
So today I will do.
I will set the bar and they will rise to it. I will get all I need done and feel good in the doing.
Forward is the direction I’m following.
I got marching orders and I’m on a move. I advise you not to stand in the way; I only know one direction.
Note to self: This is my joy. I am not fighting to get somewhere. I am there. I live the life I dreamed. Sometimes it gets heavy but that’s alright. I’m strong. I am growing myself. I will be joyful in my labor so that my labor may be joyfilled.
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