Mornings are supposed to be chill. Sipping on my Dark Magic as I await the insured. Any barks from these custos will be voided professionally. During this am, I morn a personal hero. Something that it’s imperative to become accustomed to as I forge ahead. We end to begin again. Grateful for his light and influence. Transitional stages of life lies opportunities for reflection coupled with appreciation. Where you are now is hella throwed. Once earned, I’ll join. Until then, adversities are supposed to be slayed.