“Growth for the sake of growth is the modus operandi of a cancer cell.” I’m not sure who originally said that, but I repeat it to myself daily and have added to it what I’ve just realized might actually be my own definition of success. “Growth for the sake of healing, is the M.O. of a cure.”
Pretty much immediately, our knowledge-sesh and peaceful drive to school turned into my 7-year-old and I making ridiculous top 10 lists of our own.
“Top 10 Kinds of Puppies!”
“Top 10 Slime Ingredients!”
“5 Weirdest Poop Shapes!” …they’re kids. It’s always going to end up here.
When we started this project I never would have asked for permission to get everyone excited, take everyone's hard earned money, ask my friends work their fingers to the bone, take too long, go over budget, and then wait 7 years to have the balls to show my face. So all I can do now it ask for your forgiveness.
I realized that I don’t need a boss to tell me I’m good at what I do. I don’t need a recruiter in a cubicle to tell me I am good at what I do. And I do not need to sacrifice my self-respect to gain status, compensation, or even a larger platform for people to see my work. I have decided that am going to build my own damn platform. And EVERYONE, is welcomed to stand on it with me.
Long story short- I have decided to spend the rest of this year, trying to do every single thing that I was told I couldn’t. That is my resolution.
At the end of it. The goal is to be in a position when I feel it is fair, and right, and safe to tell my stories. To have disproved the ‘No’. To believe in myself again.
F*ck your ‘No’.
The beginning of every wet rattley kid cough could very easily be mistaken for the dreaded and unpredictable, ‘middle-of-the-night-hell-no-you-don’t-get-any-warning’, guttural kid vomit eruption.
“No matter the source of my revelation, it is still the gospel truth. I, have totally been over complicating it, I’m gonna’ cut it out, and the only way to get anywhere, is to start walking. Amen!”