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You should get out of your own way and SUCCEED already!

Quit thinking and act.

• That guy with the nice ass? Go get him girl!!! Don't let the overly embroidered shirt deter you. (Best move I made)
• That job you think you may be qualified for? Apply!!! Don't let overly descriptive words intimidate you.
• That business you want to own? Make moves!!! Don't let overly nosey people discourage you.

The bottom line is it is okay to have everything you want. So start succeeding now.

Vivenorie.

A Second Ahead

And then there was the man on the bike with nowhere to be. Smiling!! Smiling...can you believe it? Smiling as he lolly gagged his way across the busy street.

Today is one of those days where my mouth is moving a second slower than my brain is moving. All day I've been battling between 3 different voices: the person's voice I don't want to listen to, the person's voice I need to be listening to, and my internal voice.

I hear everything today: the buzz from my charger being plugged in the outlet, my blinker is SO loud, why...why...why is my coworker typing so vigorously?!?

Life is moving at high speeds and even though I may be complaining, I wouldn't want it any other way. It keeps me on my toes. 

It's at these times that I'm at my highest point of motivation. 

Maybe I shouldn't have been so mad at that man on the bike...

two years, all in one box.

You know those times when you decide to finally part from negativity and then a millionaire sitting behind a cherry wood desk hands you your last check and says..."fuck you"...ya, I'm having one of those times.

In the midst of my breakdown on the drive home, what I'm sure was an ugly sight to the other commuters on the freeway, I began to smile.

This chapter ended a little sooner than I thought, but my goodness I'm glad it did.

Each day I wake up it is proof that I'm still here to accomplish something. So I just roll with it.

So, to the man behind the cherry wood desk: fuck thank you.

I still have work to do.


Vivenorie.

The third year.

I was wrong.

It was never a waste of time.

I love him,

And that's the beginning and end of everything.

Vivenorie.

XXVII

Self improvement is what I seek. Oh, and less tantrums in the shower would be nice.

red shorts.

long hugs in the shower.

staring at him when he doesn't know.

holding hands while riding co-pilot.

talking until 4 am.

i love it all.

the upturn.

Vulnerable...something I promised myself to never again be. I stuck to that vow for six years.

For the first time in my adult life, I am witnessing my growth. Accepting failure and humility. Exchanging it for strength and understanding. I am opening this shell, letting him see a part of me no one knows except God and Natalie. I am left unworried about it. 

And for the record:

There is no greater thing, than seeing my significant only put together my son's Green Machine and decorate a tree.

Accepting happiness one day at a time. 

Vivenorie.