It is Sunday today, not everything is perfect, that is for sure. I am still working on projects, writing, learning how to start all those new things that seem alien to my previous knowledge. When I took on writing as a journey, my purpose was to detox, provide a place for all those things I had bottled inside. When it comes to personal matters, I have always felt a sense of comfort in writing. I have done it after all, for as long as I can remember. It is one of those cathartic experiences that seem to pull most of my thoughts together once I put them in words. I enjoy the success of other authors, artists, students, as I see them accomplish one milestone after another. It gives me something to look forward to. I know some day, I will see my work become a reality. I believe everything happens for a reason. I’ll have to be honest, I don’t always understand the reason, but as I have matured to some level, I know the reason in time reveals itself. It is frustrating at times, but not unbearable. To counteract the chaos of life, I tend to refocus and find those things that I am thankful for, not so much for lack of option or reasoning, but more so to redefine my center and focus. I believe life is too short to waste it on negative thinking. I am thankful for life, opportunity, support systems, friends, life experiences, and those who believe in the work I do. Life is life, we only have one.