Live for you Babygirl, Live for you.

Flash bang grenades being thrown [directly] at my head while hiding in a bear cave with a hibernating [read: snoring] grizzly.

thats how I would describe the migraine headache during a 3am and thunderstorm debacle of 41615.

The migraine has since down graded to a tension headache and the thunderstorm has downgraded to scattered thunderstorm with light rain...

However the effects of the aforementioned mayhem, still linger.

my whole day is thrown off because of the flash bang grenades being thrown [directly] at my head from midnight to 3 am.

it sucks because i like to have a plan, and it feels good when you accomplish certain things, but life is like that sometimes.

and that is ok.

to be thrown off your game. to not perform perfectly every time even when you know HOW to perform perfectly every time.

You dont have to prove anything to anyone... not even yourself. 

I don't have to prove that I deserve the things I work and dream for.

I dont have to prove that I do the work necessary, thusly I don't have to prove that my work ethic is not the cause of my lack of fruition.

I don't H A V E to prove anything to anyone... not even myself.

I do the work and I deserve the dream.

My time will come.

All I H A V E to do is honor each and every present moment because that is where my freedom and happiness reign.

**Note: This post is an edit of an original post which you can read here.