(Personal Share) I’ve been sick for over 10 days.
Closer to pneumonia but not quite.
I’m on the mend. God is faithful.😊
Happy is right here. 🐶🧡🐶
My DOO + Team are doing AMAZING.
Word to the wise: if you get sick and your business stops because you’re sick, your business model is broken.
Being sick has expanded my education and career options.
I now know the difference between a muscle relaxer and an antiinflamitory: a prescription.
Getting sick puts life in perspective.
Like good credit.
I have damn near prostituted myself to Exqifax to have a score of 823.
Growing up poor, my momma would put the bills in each of her children’s name.
My credit was TRASH by the time I was in junior high.
I learned my worth through the pecking order of household utilities.
My oldest sister’s name was used for the phone bill.
My brother’s, the gas bill.
My baby sister got the electric bill.
What did I get? The water bill. Which meant that the only reason we could wash our asses was at the cost of my good name.
I keep good credit as a “corrective” experience for childhood trauma.
I’ve been watching videos of Quinta Brunson in between sleeping and waking enough to walk Happy and take the medicine. She inspires me.
I’m thinking about writing a stand up set while this virus runs it’s course.
Just dreaming again. An “antibiotic/asthma inhaler/ cough suppressant/ muscle relaxer feel-like-my-body-has-been-hit-with-100-dodgeballs-by-a-group-of-angry-teen-whitt supremists,” dream.
I’m going back to a sleep now.😴😴😴