If I went back 8 years and told 2008 me what I'm up to these days, I'm pretty sure she(I?) would shit her(my?) self pretty hard. Life is good, so good and I am stressed, so stressed, but damn, I don't even begin to worry about the things I used to. Don't get me wrong, I worry, A LOT, about big things. Shit, worry is kind of my life. But I've come ( Read more... )