these next 12-months

thought of the day:
why is it that major events that transpire our routine represent a way for us to 'start over'?

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so after a few stressed filled ulcer-like inducing days i finally have a place to call home. coupled with the insanity that's life at work, i find i can finally breathe again.

tomorrow we'll be moving into the new place. i'm excited to see what the coming months will bring and lord knows this hasn't been a picnic, but it's the life i chose. tomorrow is a starting point to take stock of what's been accomplished in year-one in LA and push it even further. there was a five-year plan. year-one was only on par.

i'll be the first to admit i've been fortunate to this point. but there comes a time when the breaks won't fall your way and you have to forge your own path. this is where i'm at and the crossroads are quickly approaching.

i didn't come here to fail. nor did i come here merely to succeed. it's about something bigger than that. it's time to start making a statement. i'm merely a shadow cloaked in the background, but it's time to show my talents and give this dream a face and fulfill the vision that propelled me to this point.

tomorrow is the beginning of round 2.

ding, ding.