I loved, I loved when it was stupid, I loved when everyone told me not to.
I loved with passion, with tenderness, and with grace.
I loved with an open heart and an open mind.
I loved when it was uncomfortable and inconvenient.
I loved when there seemed to be no love left to give.
I loved up until one more ounce spent would have wasted every bit of who I was and I would have ceased to exist, swallowed by the void.
And I used the last ounce left within me, to love myself once more.
I fucking love my life of 22 hour days, meetings, hundreds of emails, piles of paperwork and late nights trying to extract long forgotten feelings so my script can breathe with life.
I love that some days I run off of little more than coffee, a beer and a few wings off my friend’s plate at the bar. I love the nights where we say “fuck tomorrow!” and drink, talk, and laugh until the bar kicks us out.
I never thought I would be living a life with so much color. Sometimes its tough, I’m down to my last dollars and trying to figure out how to pay rent. It’s scary sometimes, you don’t know what the future is going to bring. You can burn too brightly and burn out. You can make one bad decision and crash.
But I’m surrounded by people on the same journey, and that’s what makes it all work. That’s what makes it all worth it. We keep each other alive. Its the most intense, incredible experience I’ve ever had.
I wouldn’t trade this life for a thousand others.