I am still trying to rise up in all this snow. I am the abominable black man. They covered my in this stuff. I am winning and failing at the same time and still trying to make time to find discipline. Let that one marinate for a bit. I need the discipline to find discipline.
Its like that time I woke up in the morning trying to find my glasses. I was drinking the night before so everything was already a blur. That is just how it feels. Im navigating this soup and didnt even realize I was part of the soup.
Still I rise.