Somewhere there is a poem that talks all about my life.

It may not be written yet; it may still be in someone’s mind.

Its existence is irrefutable.

I know that I’ve made mistakes, and I’ve done a lot more things right, but there’s a chance that I could be exactly where I’m supposed to be.

It doesn’t always feel this way, but I know that everything I’ve ever done and every mistake that I have ever made has been calculated to the minute. Every mistake that I made should have been made at that exact time, or else things wouldn’t have worked as they should have.

I’m not smart enough to figure out why at this point, but as silly as it sounds, I don’t think the why is any of my business yet.

Always questioning why things happen is above my paygrade, and I think it’s something that God keeps to Himself. I have no business knowing what’s going on; I’m only allowed to see the finished product.

Sometimes I think that I bite off more than I can chew. I sign up for things that I’m nowhere near ready for. My thought process at this time is that I’ll get there.

I don’t think that there’s ever going to be a moment where I don’t sign up for more. If the opportunity for more weren’t there, that would be my only sign that I’m not ready. I don’t think I’ve ever had anything in front of me that I couldn’t handle.

Even when I thought I had the most hurt, where I didn’t know how I was going to be able to continue, I made it.