Description: Kicking ass and taking names since 2010
It’s taken close to two decades, but I now feel comfortable sharing the following sentiment:
I’m in a mutha f’n groove in my garden.
Yeah, you heard me. I’m oozing and dripping (gross, sorry) with confidence after reaping the rewards of failing miserably the last 18 years and 8 months and 6 days and 4 hours and 32 minutes and 37 seconds. The answers have always been there but I was too blind from the sweat and poison ivy to ever see them: