A rush of real and raw hit my life. So many things at once, so many bumps on this road that showed what really spills. Some of it I'm glad over, others, most of these spills, I'm gravely ashamed.
I had like 800 Million thoughts. I want to stay home and watch all the Star Wars movies, I want to leave in the wilderness for a while, I want to make out with the babe God has made for me, I want to distill my own brand of hooch, I want to smoke with Bill Murray and talk about owning an island.
My heart hurts more now than it ever has, but, that's life. God has a plan, I never once doubted his goodness, I just saw that difficult doesn't mean bad. What should I do next? The next right thing. Even if that means the next unconventional thing. I've grown incredibly tired of people around me having fickle commitments, and not having their money where their mouth is. I guess the hard raw stripping down to my soul made everything seem, well, exposed in a new light to me.
I gotta laugh, love people, keep doin my thing. I won't be stopped, especially by myself.
I know why people don't like me either - I hit that nerve that makes them realize they need to leave their comfort zone. And I only do it to those whom I love, because I really do care, as cliche as it sounds. We are in a war, and soon I'll stop saying things, because heads are gonna roll.
