Saturday, March 9

May the bridges that burn behind me light my path.



I'm having a difficult time describing how excited I am about life at the moment.

It lacks an appropriate word.

I feel so much purpose in every day—so much more drive, freedom, and joy in everything I do.

I remember in one of the very few conversations I ever had with Andrew Breitbart he said he lived most of his life being professionally lazy.

It was impossible to imagine this man—who was constantly on at least two tech devices balancing the world on his shoulders—could ever have been described as lazy.

When you become a workaholic it just clicks.

When the switch is flipped there is no going back.

And twirling in pretty dresses doesn't hurt either.