Truth is, I’m not ready to ‘end up’ anywhere. Not in any place, nor in anything, nor with anybody. The beauty of life lies in the journey.

There has to be a point where you draw a line in the sand and tell people to back the fuck up before they get smacked the fuck up (or you’ll fuck their wife or something like that #2pac). The importance of a deal breaker.

You know those “holy shit!!!” moments in life? The moments where you double-take, almost in disbelief that life can be THIS fucking good? You know you’re never going back to your old life. You’re harnessing your potential and you know it. I had one of those moments on Tuesday. I’ve had a lot of ups and downs since I’ve started this blog. Quitting my job, scraping by as a broke freelance writer, and my mom’s illness. So yeah, I guess quite a few downs. But the past month has changed everything.

You are the fun guy at the bar. She meets plenty of fun guys at the bar. She gives out her number to get rid of them. She will forget about you. Phone numbers are MEANINGLESS. Unless you make them strong. Master this secret and you just might never get flaked on again, and have more dates than you can count.

Valentine’s day is something I don’t particularly care about. For one, I haven’t celebrated it with a girlfriend in at least 4 to 5 years. Last year, I broke up with my girlfriend a week before Valentine’s Day. No chocolates for her.

Here’s the thing: Valentine’s day has the potential to be one of the most awkward days of the year. Not for me, because I’m cold-hearted, don’t give a fuck, and frequently cut the bullshit with the force of a samurai sword. I’m not into that “will you be my Valentine” crap. It’s just unnecessary, unless you’re in a relationship or actively seeking one.

I’m a hypocrite. At least kind of. You’ve seen me break out of the 9-5 in style, all while trying to become my best self and preaching others to do the same. Living every second like it’s my last and sculpting my story like Michaelangelo on the Statue of David. But I have a confession to make. Breaking out of my 9-5 wasn’t everything I thought it’d be. My fault? Definitely.