JoJo has dropped a new single, the internet gave me four more, I have a real, actual, big-girl-makin'-money job, and my bank account should pull out of the negative sometime today.
I swear, this time we're gonna bust it out.
I'm scared to death, I'm not gonna lie about that, but I am so dead set on finally being successful, finding myself and my center, and getting some BALANCE going in this chaotic swirl that's been me for the last (almost) two years.
For the first time since I was 17, I have a 9-5. I'm in school, but it's online. It's gonna kick my ass. I'm terrified, but I am so done failing out of things. I used to be a successful, smart, brave, fierce little girl. And sometimes I think maybe she's still in there. This morning, I'm channeling her like crazy and going full force.
And, like she would, I decorated the hell out of a binder to motivate myself.
I may have coffee and pointed-toe business shoes on, but I am still a 12 year old school supplies addict.
Here we go,