To my Angels and Aliens, I can not remember a time in my life where I have not wanted more for myself. The problem is the self doubt that had followed me for so long that had made me feel comfort in the words, “I will start tomorrow”. Tomorrow should be a word of gratitude that I get to live another day of life but I used it as a scapegoat to not live my life. Not only was I not living a life that I desired, I created a life that I despised. I continued to dig myself into a hole that was so deep that it was impossible for me to climb out of- or so I thought. I have planned for there to be no more “tomorrow of procrastination” and it will only be of gratitude. I have created hundreds of content to post on social media for the month of October. I want to give it one last try. Although that is a lie it will not be my last try. I will continue until I finally succeed. I have done it with my weight but, I finally said fuck it and I lost one hundred pounds. My hair was dead and looked crazy and I finally let it go and said lets try again. I was depressed and there were days where I did not get out of bed and slept my life away because in sleep was the only time my mind was quiet. But I am like a space ship and I am ready to blast off. So in 1… 2…3… Let's Go!
