Sometimes I sit here, in my kitchen, after realizing that I’m making my way through my third pot of coffee of the day, and realizing I get only 3-5 hours of sleep per day on average, I think,
“what am I doing with my life?”
And then I realize that, yeah, I’ve got a caffeine addiction and sleep problems, but I’ve also got 200+ people who I basically look after and help, and help them move forward in life, I’ve got a healthy relationship, many friends who love me, a family (both chosen and blood) that’s awesome (at least usually), and I’m slowly working my way to the career I want. And I think,
“Good. I’m doing good.”
THAT’S MY BRO *cheers*
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