The Glow- Up
For the past couple of months, I have been racking my brain. I have been trying to figure out who I am. I have been trying to figure out, “What do I offer”? We are brought up thinking we have to “be someone”. Yet, who is this someone? When we become that someone do we get a prize? I don’t know. Maybe I became that someone and hasn’t even realized it yet?
During conception, there are literally millions of others competing to fertilize an egg! Okay, think about that. Wait don’t it’s kinda gross. No, it’s definitely gross. Okay, back on track. Out of all those assholes, you won. You are the winner, motherfucker! So you gotta “boss up” as the kids say. You are someone. When you were ripped from your mothers’ birth canal you became you. You ARE someone! You are great. You is kind. I had to say that.
Don’t spend years wondering if you’ll make it big. You did make it big! You are so big no one flushed you down the toilet. Again terrible visual. You were born. So be proud of yourself.
You ARE a winner. You got the golden ticket. Now go conquer some shit.