Perfection is something that I don't really buy into. I was starting to rethink my pessimistic views on perfection because of a particular, very seemingly perfect.....meal.  Don't get me wrong, I have never been disappointed by a Chiptole burrito. That is why I thought it could have quite reasonably been perfect. That is, until today. I was not upset or angry , rather, I was brought back to reality when I picked my steak burrito up to take a bite and the whole thing fell apart. As a talented burrito eater I was disappointed in my lack of concentration, but I think it was brought on by the insane amount of ingredients stuffed into a shell that had just had enough. The fork and knife became acquainted with the burrito as I shamefully shoveled the bites into my watering mouth. Next time I will take more precaution, for I don't want to be "that guy" ever again. Forgive me burrito Gods, I have the utmost amount of Faith in your intentions and I know that it was partially user error today. I will work hard and train, and when I am ready to prove myself to you, I will show up willingly at the local Chipotle, until then, farewell.

I am definitely back for good.  This means that I am finally not worried about what certain people think of me. I am also not sad about certain situations. Sure, it crosses my mind time after time. But I am like this picture: crazy awesome. I am not going to let anything control my life like I let that take a hold of me. I am grabbing life by the horns and I am taking aim at the things I want in life. Look the ef out world.

Friendship is the cooperative and supportive relationship between people. In this sense, the term connotes a relationship which involves mutual knowledge, esteem, affection, and respect along with a degree of rendering service to friends in times of need or crisis.

Just when I thought that times could not get any crazier, what happens? It. It happened. I don't know where to go now, how hard to push, how hard to try, I don't know how often I should think about it. I mean, I cant help thinking about it all the time. It wont go away. But I also can't seem to pinpoint exactly where it is. I don't think anyone can relate, but I also think that if you think this is about you, you would probably know. The chances of you finding it though are minimal. I ramble because I am excited, but anxious. Happy, but scared. Optimistic, but maybe for the wrong reasons. I know that I am in a good place right now, and I know I am doing what makes me happy, but I am just not so sure everyone in the situation is on board. I am scared of what I don't know. I am scared that I don't have it in me. I am scared that I am trying to hard.