Until then,
I'll keep showing up.

For the man I'm becoming.
For the promises I've made.
For the prayers nobody heard but God.

stop expecting a rich stranger to discover you and change your life. this isn't a movie. real life doesn't work that way.

Did you know ?

510,000 new Twitter accounts were studied and they found that:

• 24.5% were suspended within 21 days. (124,950 accounts)

• 4.3% were deactivated by their owners. (21,930 accounts)

• Of the accounts still enabled, over half neither posted nor liked a tweet within 21 days.

So if you're here, please clap for yourself...

being poor doesn't automatically make someone humble, just as being rich doesn't automatically make someone arrogant.

character has never been a function of someone's bank balance.

not everyone who knew the old you will struggle to accept the new one. some will surprise you.

everyone keeps saying lock in. nobody's talking about taking a breather.

The guy you see as a friend may not see you as his friend..

Friday is close to Monday, but Monday is far from Friday.

I don't know if I'm the only one that noticed a decline in my followers and following count yesterday...

Did you experience that too??

not everything needs to go your way. learn to deal with that.

don't confuse being wanted with being valued.

you can spend years trying to understand everyone else while refusing to understand yourself.

effort doesn't control every outcome.

being comfortable can make you ignore how much you're falling behind.

My dog dragged me out of a grocery store parking lot one afternoon and refused to let me leave until I followed him to a woman sitting beside a damaged car.

I thought somebody was about to get bitten.

But what happened next had me crying in the middle of that parking lot.

My dog, Max, was usually very protective of me. He barked at strangers, hated loud noises, and wouldn't let anybody touch his head.

But there was this older woman who sat outside the grocery store every Saturday.

Every time Max saw her, he'd pull his leash and run straight to her.

Woman: "Well, look who came to see Grandma!"

Me: "Girl, you don't even know this dog."

She'd laugh, rub his ears, and sometimes give him a little biscuit.

I thought she was just a lonely woman who loved dogs.

One Saturday, she wasn't there.

The next Saturday, still nothing.

By the third week, Max started pulling toward the exact spot where she usually sat.

Me: "Baby, she's not here. Let's go."

He wouldn't move.

Then one afternoon, I saw her car parked across the street with the hood completely smashed.

I recognized her immediately.

She was sitting on the sidewalk, crying, while a man in a uniform spoke to her.

I crossed the road with Max.

Me: "Hey! Are you okay?"

She looked up, saw Max, and immediately started crying harder.

Woman: "Oh my goodness. You brought him!"

Me: "Of course. We've been looking for you."

She hugged my dog so tightly.

Then she told me what happened.

Her husband had died six months earlier. They'd been married for 43 years, and every Saturday, he'd take her grocery shopping.

After he died, she kept coming to that store because it was the only routine she hadn't lost.

She said she used to have a golden retriever named Charlie.

He died just two weeks before her husband.

Woman: "I used to sit here because I couldn't stand going back to an empty house."

I looked at Max.

He was resting his head on her lap like he'd known her his whole life.

Woman: "Your dog was the first reason I started smiling again."

I couldn't even speak.

Then she said something that completely broke me.

Woman: "I started coming here early every Saturday because I knew I'd get to see him."

Apparently, she had been looking forward to those little visits just as much as Max had.

I asked her if she had anybody helping her after the accident.

She shook her head.

Woman: "My children live out of state. I didn't wanna bother them."

I exchanged numbers with her and helped arrange a ride home.

But here's the part I still can't get over.

The following Saturday, Max woke me up at 7 AM, grabbed his leash, and sat beside the front door.

He was waiting for her.

So I got dressed and took him back to the grocery store.

And there she was.

Holding two little biscuits............

If you aren’t scared, your dream isn’t big enough.

Same $108,000 in.
One ends with $366,000. The other with $190,000.
The difference isn't the amount. It's the clock.
When did yours start?

Things to keep private: Everythiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

It is the upward reach of the spirit and the inward reach of the soul that enables the outward reach of the body.

I’ve reached an age where I don’t chase invitations, explanations or apologies. If you wanted me there, you’d have made it clear. I’m not begging for a fucking seat.

Many traditions speak of a judgment after death.

But how can lives so different be weighed on the same scale? We don't share the same history, the same strengths, or the same trials.

If the divine dwells within each of us, then judgment is not an external measure. It weighs what we have done with what we were given.