I have never recognized the existence of an impossibility. I am not especially courageous – I am just bullheaded. I was born with the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog. This trait doesn’t always endear me to people who can’t understand the passion I bring to life. But come hell or high water I know this tenacity is what gets me through to the other side of whatever is thrown at me. I don’t lie down and I don’t let life whoop me.
TODAY I AM THANKFUL FOR being stubborn. Really. Seriously!
(Photo – me, age 5. You can see the stubbornness oozing out my pores even back then!)
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