So, I’m moving. It’s a little complicated and that’s the simple version, but I digress.
As I was moving things around and getting organized I stumbled across this. When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time outside, swinging sticks around, sword fighting with my friends. We always wanted to be off on some other adventure.
Well. I had a pocket knife, and more free time than I do now, so feast your eyes upon my very first sword. Everybody starts somewhere, and for me it was the backyard.
Just because your music doesn’t sound like your favorite singer, your art isn’t a masterpiece in a museum, or your weapons are sun bleached, wooden, and beat to hell, doesn’t mean that one day you can’t be every bit as good as those people you look up to.
Don’t give up.