Timmy Revolutions.

It’s intimidating to be told I’m going to do great things. At least, it was. “Me? Great things? I can’t live up to that. I can’t even get out of bed.” Of course, I’m far removed from that.

But then as I started to believe in myself, things changed. I want to expose myself to new things. I want to let myself consider the possibility of things that I’d always resisted. Oh if only I had a list of things I’ve said no to in my life but ended up loving.

Going will carry me for a while.

I didn’t save you kid, you saved yourself.

I remind myself that everything I’ve done, I have done. Shed the false modesty. Modesty is as detrimental as pride. (In the way people seem to think pride is a bad thing, when in fact, it’s an awesome thing.) Thus, I move from someone who was helped to someone who is helping. Again I reiterate that I’ve been told I’ll do great things. I’ve gone leaps and bounds, but I now have vision to surpass those that has mentored me.

I’ve taken suggestions. I’ve rejected them. Choice, is it? The why, at least, I understand. Sort of. Kind of. Something I’m working towards, some fuzziness in the future. Something tangible in the now which brings fulfillment.

What happens after I’ve done everything that was always assumed of me? Aye, that’s when I’ll shine. I’ll know when it’s happening. I’ll just know. Maybe it won’t make complete sense. It doesn’t need to. When I realize my path, I will follow it.