The perfect morning
It is my birthday. And I couldn’t be happier with how I’m spending the morning.
Phone is off. Coffee is hot. I just read my favorite book for 20 minutes and am now writing in my fourth favorite blog.
I got too fucked up this weekend in NYC. No alcohol for a while.
After slowing way down, I’m ready to use the new boundaries I set to put my head down and build something special. The fire is rekindled. I’m in the mood to show up as a professional.
Resistance can’t win. It doesn’t stand a chance.
I’m 28. And time is only continuing to tick.
Here’s to another year!