This morning I did something that scared the shit out of me, I read a poem I had written in front of all 100 residents of this recovery program I’m in.
I woke up, drank the standard 16 gallons of coffee and listened to Jay-Z all morning to build the confidence to be vulnerable in front of all these people.
It came off wonderfly, people were very impressed, they applauded and hollered and I walked away drenched in sweat but feeling amazing. I’m so glad I pushed myself. I’m glad every time I push myself.
I am feeling myself, and it’s pretty marvelous, creative pursuits are an absolute godsend. Maybe I am actually an ill motherfucker, after all…i just don’t believe it.
Yo! I’m tryna shake some $ out of this shit because I don’t have any! Anything helps with candy, soda and newports! 🙏
