I. Am. Struggling. I’ve given up on pinpointing why because it could be a myriad of things. It could be grief visiting, trauma of bodies brutalized on TV, it could be stress, it could be depression stopping by to see if it could live with me. It could literally be everything… or I could just
“…But a reminder to me that what you keep in your heart will live forever. There’s nothing I touch that she doesn’t take part in. No passion of mine that she doesn’t know about.”
“So how do I take that mindset into these moments of darkness where it feels like my shadow is leading me and I’ve lost track of the sun…You have a light inside of you that no darkness can ever overtake, as long as you believe in it.”
“Life is so fragile. Here today, gone tomorrow. If I can ask anything of you reading this, I ask you to live.”
So if nothing else, take the advice of Apostle Paul and rekindle that faith, not in man, but in God. He will not disappoint.
“When she said, ‘Manifest It,’ I had no idea how instrumental that would be on the goals that I’ve tackled like a champ.”
I said, “I used to be really good at that.” He said, “I love self sabotaging behavior.” I responded, “I think everyone does in the moment.”