I Threw Away The A
It wasn't easy, just a fabric and a plastic bag... Married in the trash. 6 years ago I started my journey and it lead to predictable places. I'm in a better place than I was. I have a stable job and that was secured from my experiences. Am I Successful? That is open to debate. Am I happy? Refer to previous answer. There are a million and one things I could be doing right now. And they are tangible. I see my alumni and past teammates from the windows of Instagram and Facebook prosper and perish. I look at my stagnant life. Stable... Boring. The greatest years of my life are now sitting in a donation bin for a thrift shop. Someone will find my sweat-stained A and wear it for chic. They won't feel my 2500 hours of laughter, my 2500 hours of stress, my 2500 hours of purpose. They won't understand the weight behing all my sponsor shirts.
I wanted to quote some psuedoscience. People say that it takes about 7 years for some of the more complex cells to cycle through with the new... And that just like a snake molting and shucking it's skin, we are birthed a new. Six years... And this is who I ended up being. Fuck me.











