Pain. It hurts. It’s uncomfortable. You’re sad. You cry. You hate it. You wish it on no one.

Pain. It hurts. It’s uncomfortable. You’re sad. You cry. You hate it. You wish it on no one.
Break the chains of self-loathing guilt. Life happened, and can still happen.
Not everyone is wired the same. Motivation has to come from within. At some point, you just have to JUMP.
Fifty is the new forty. Working forty hours per week is no longer the norm; fifty if not sixty is.
My reality had been a lie. While I wasn’t “lying” per se about what I was doing, who I was, or where I was; I was lying to myself.
When someone loses a loved one, I am there for them throughout the entire process. From death until burial. From denial to acceptance.
This is why I write. This is why I want to have my own funeral home. This is why I serve.
When the world gives you lemons, squeeze them until there’s nothing left, and walk away with that sweet smile of yours.
I was running from everyone and everything I had. The right place, but the wrong time.