That some days, I don’t want to write.
The non-negotiables I write on my wall that I stare at in despair, should I be ashamed?
Balancing it all is a circus act on it’s own, can one forgive me for wanting to run away from it all or will you turn your head?
In shame you ever looked up to me.
Or read something of value that maybe made you think once or twice at your life and then you see me—
writing this to you;
it’s almost 8 p.m. and my body craves addictions and sweets while the candles of my teachers burn right in front of me, I wonder—
what time the sun sets.
I look out towards the view at the mountains staring back and I can hear the slightest call to adventure but the ground below me whispers, Be safe, be smart. Be safe, be smart.
So I continue to sit in wonder.
I think of the books I must read, the business I must run, and the lessons that need to be done.
Time management, I chant.
And so I will.
I hope you enjoyed your weekend.
I’m planning for something good this week. Just watch.