"Nobody’s going to do your life for you. You have to do it yourself, whether you’re rich or poor, out of money or raking it in, the beneficiary of ridiculous fortune or terrible injustice. And you have to do it no matter what is true. No matter what is hard. No matter what unjust, sad, sucky things have befallen you. Self-pity is a dead end road. You make the choice to drive down it. It’s up to you to decide to stay parked there or to turn around and drive out."
I’m full of worries. I worry about what happened what’s happening and what might happen. I even worry about what might happen if that happens. I’m learning to just let it go.
I don’t know anything about anything anymore