eat, drink, and pray for no hangovers

one day you’ll look back and remember the day you thought your life was ending

i can talk to you about anything, unless it’s about you, in which case i have to talk to someone else

november arrives in 24 minutes, and my birthday 4 days after. i’ll be 23. they call this the “jordan year,” where greatness happens. my 23rd year of existence will be a good one, i know. in a sense, i’ve resolved to put away some of my “childish things.” who i am isn’t always happy with who i’ve been, but i’m a work in progress. the important thing is to learn from your mistakes, something i try to do everyday. i won’t ever reach perfection, but that’s not really my goal. i want to be able to sleep at night proud of who i am becoming. it’s all going to come together, one day at a time. [23]

deep in my heart, lives san andreas

804 chillin’. that’s me. living the grad life, being on my own, moving towards degree number 2. i’m making positive steps towards being the person i know i can, and everyday i make the effort to modify some habit. be more confident, be more assertive, don’t doubt my awesomeness, say what i mean and mean what i say, be less apologetic for my feelings, accept that somethings cannot change, or maybe they will and it’s just not time yet. love without ceasing. be understanding, at all times. forgive yourself for making mistakes, but remember the lessons you learned from them. 

my life is not perfect, at all, nor has it ever been. or even close (lol). but, by the time i’m 24, all that will be behind me. personal accountability is something i stress, and in two years, i will no longer be able to fall back on the excuse of how i grew up, or what was missing, or what could’ve been different. it’s all me.