| That moment when you realize the guy in line behind you’s momma should have dropped him on his head at birth and sold the milk. |
Life is not about where you arrive or the destination you intend to end up at. Life is about the dirt road and trails that got you there.
I meet some folks and think Bo today I’m happy so please don’t screw it up by talking.
It’s been a rough day. I feel like the southern end of a north bound mule. Everything has gone backwards but it’s days like this that fortify faith
Faith only becomes real when you look down and it’s all that you are holding on to.