Most days I practice here.

Practice doesn’t make perfect in that room.

Some days I write here.

This is just a blog, and it doesn’t have to be perfect.

Everyday I try to live my life and follow my dreams to here.

Ha.

But life isn’t always what I thought it’d be, so I can only try, try, try again until it feels right.

Most days I try to write in here and fight off the fear that I’m not good enough, funny enough.

I look to the greats and wonder if they were perfect.

They weren’t.

Nothing is.

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