first cent...

Though I've never been the comm, the captain, or any legally established appointments in steppers, i feeeeeel so much for this squad. Fuzzy memories of step asking me if i wanted to help her dig this shithole.. god knows what came over me and there i was, there i came, and there i conquered... the shithole..

Humble Beginners

There was a time when people said that _____ wouldn't make it.

Doesn't that strike a familiar chord with you?
The familiar story of the underdog.
All too cliche to be true.
It happens only in the movies.
Or so they say.
Does a smile creep up on you? Does your pride swell just a little?
To know you've tasted a forbidden dream?
How much do you hunger for it once again?

So here's a guestbook of sorts.
Or a shoutout to the uncaring world when you need a reason to believe in yourself.

A pool of our memories that may very well outlive us.

Here's to humble beginnings.
Here's to the courage to dream.
Here's to team spirit that conquers doubt.
Here's to trust.
Here's to the comforting safety of mats.
Here's to humble beginnings - because we learn who we can become.

_______

Wow that sounded rather fancy motivational talk-ish.
The truth is... I need a large dose of that Hollerback Girl abxcercise.
Because. I have become a lump of fat! Thats what I've REALLY become.