Whatever you believe is true.
Whenever you decide to answer the call, be prepared to be met with new levels of fuck shit. New devils will appear from thin air. It's a good thing I'm well prepared for the new things that have come my way. Still, I have been mentally and physically exhausted for the past few weeks. I couldn’t read books, I couldn’t focus while I meditated, and pms wouldn’t let me be great. I finally hit a block I could no longer ignore, and I have been slumped all week.
Right now, I am in mindfulness mode; still basking in the response that sharing my story is getting. I have tons of things to say; I had even planned to say something about how Slim Thug needs to mind his own affairs and not Ciara's, but I stopped giving a shit about that story pretty fast. (Corny guys are where it's at!) I'm tired so I'm about to watch mindless television until I pass out. #selfcare Anyway, instead a well thought out post, you get a completely unrelated nugget.
Whatever you believe, is true.