obstacles and excuses and fears and
doubts until they’re finally like, “You?
Again? Jesus H. Christ, fine, here you
go, now get out of my face.”
Birthing your dreams is like....
giving birth. Conceiving the idea is the
fun part (hopefully), then you go through
insane amounts of fear and excitement
and dreaming and planning and vomiting
and growing and thinking you’re crazy
and thinking you’re awesome and
stretching and shape shifting until you’re
practically unrecognizable to everyone,
even your own self. Along the way you
clean up your puke and massage your
aching back and apologize to all the
people whose heads your ripped of in a