Paint that shit gold.

Goals are dreams with a deadline. Feeling 90%. Still can't kick some bad habits. Would be lying if I said I was trying. I was soooo caught up in how one person changed. Didn't realize how much I had. Or how much other people were the same. My valley boys still love me. Still got Mo. 90%. Even I can't believe it. Tired of Generation Me. Still looking for something outside myself. I know it's there. Mini meditation for better communication. Angels, spirits, whatever. My soul is intact. Life goes on. Channeling Stevie Nicks/Bob Dylan/and maybe a little Joss Stone. Tattered Leaves of Grass and all. Andddd I STILL love airplanes!

Dipped in glitter. I'll take it.