Today seemed “full.” Full of work, promise, engagement, and life. I’m exhausted. The good kind. I’m ready for tomorrow. Which hasn’t happened recently. I feel confident. I’m on a high despite my eyelids on a low. I haven’t quite found my purpose yet but I know what to look for. I will keep writing and working toward my goals. I can’t stop won’t stop Roc-a-fella records because we get down baby, we get down. I won’t go into details because I’m tired and it’s my prerogative like Bobby Brown (do you think he knew what that word meant before the song?). Well, look at that, 100 words and two weeks down. I’ll be back tomorrow.