I’ve been really introspective lately..

It occurred to me yesterday: I am not completely satisfied unless I’m busy. I constantly need to be on the move. It almost seems like a NECESSITY to be in constant communication with people, planning, planning, planning.

I’m a planner. A coordinator.

I work hard for what I want. I maintain a certain amount of disdain for those who whine about being unable to touch a tangible manifestation of their dreams— all the while doing nothing to bring about the fruition of their thoughts and aspirations.

Sleepless nights are necessary. They should be expected. Complain, if you want. Just be sure an investment of effort follows.

“Do work, son.”

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