In Walmart buying a new tea pot (Yep, at 1am, sue me), but my mind has started wandering…
When I moved to Houston, I chose to reside smack dab in the middle of American royalty, surrounded by castles you can only see the top quarter of as you drive by.
A peasant by comparison, I thought being drowned with sight of the reality I COULD have, would awaken some otherworldly “grind” to one day very soon have my initials on the front of a grandiose iron gate.
Instead I find myself daydreaming more, planning out goals more, learning more, and patiently waiting, more.
… and, well, almost running into curbs more often from being amazed at the glimpses I catch while driving.
Anywho, I have come to 1 conclusion and 1 realization:
I’m getting there bit by bit; a slow progress, yes, but also a quality and noticeable progress.
Ultimately I don’t think I’d be happy with a fairytale behind a vine-covered wall; I’d much rather have a ranch that I could watch the sun set on, while mounted on my mustang named Bolt.
Bolt Alexander Knox, to be exact.
