I can’t really explain how the energy lately just...feels...like precipice and culmination of all the scenarios I thought at one point were losses and failures, but thanks to a great friend, a sister (@neenee723 🙏🏼), have been able to see are the only details of success that make actual success. I can’t relay the love I feel for those who are believing in me even when I don’t realize it. I can only say, that this food truck hustle has allowed ops to be in the city on a regular lately (Thank YOU, GEEEEEEBUS!) and that umbrella be extending on some OG walk the streets and get our neighbors some nourishment. And it feels. Like. Home. Seems to me to be. The only needed validation that my needs will be, are being met, b/c what I need—is to feed those who most overlook and question. What I must do—is share communion in love with my neighbors. All. Of. Them. So. Those 4 furrowed brows trying to explain themselves on just a square of card board to people who don’t even deserve an explanation... lunch is on me today🌂☂♥️ #together #westillcan #theumbrellaproject #atl #eastcoast #saocooksandcatering #remembertherealgoal #feednotgreed (at Porter, Maine) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0TaxnKBmIm/?igshid=qhbjz8gjdlu7
