All of the things you’ll hear me repeat over and over (at least to the little rats in my head). 

I am the love I give, not the love I receive. 


Progress over comfort. 


Comfort is the enemy of growth.


Comparison is the thief of joy. 


Their path has nothing to do with my path.


Their opinion of me is none of my business.


Failure doesn’t exist until you give up.


My thoughts do not control me.


Comparison is the thief of joy.


If you don’t condemn it, you condone it—silence is a statement. 


Being outspoken does not kill the vibe, that vibe is rooted in privilege.


Be a good person, not a nice person. 


_{Comparison is the thief of joy.}


Art is inherently political.


Overconsumption is gross, opting out is not hard.


It may not be your fault, but it is your responsibility.


You don’t have to be good, you just have to start.


COMPARISON IS THE THIEF OF JOY.


Don’t force what doesn’t fit, it’s okay to walk away when you still have love to give.


^{Comparison is the thief of joy.}


The only thing more painful than becoming yourself, is not becoming yourself. 


It’s not embarrassing to start over, it’s embarrassing to live a life you hate. 


COMPARISON IS THE THIEF OF JOY.




to be continued…