May 05
So I should be happy that I got my shot, right? But then the editor says to me, after he delivers the wonderful news that he is indeed interested… “But, it might be a long shot.”
Long shot! I am no long shot! How dare he? I am Scrappy Sam the underdog. How can he not see this spunk and fire in my belly? Doesn’t it radiate from my very being?
And so now, I feel this pressure to perform…
Apr 02
Materialism and financial discontent (always wanting more) are like a large glass of water with little leak. You can’t see the water disappear, but your cup is never full. I carried this discontent around with me for years without fully understanding the deeper desires of my heart; security and contentment. But as I began to understand the greater meaning of living simply, putting my treasure where my heart is, it meant I had to reevaluate what I treasure.
Mar 26
I so badly want to be defined as real, rejecting hypocrisy and my perception of Christian posing, that the very act of proving my independence might have been prideful in and of itself. I was throwing out the baby with the bathwater (Or the tequila with the margarita in this case).
Nov 27
My uncle died this Thanksgiving. 12:04am to be exact. It’s disheartening when holidays coincide with less than fond memories. Now every year henceforth, turkey will make me sad.
