piece

 Piece by piece,


I have to bring together parts of life I love


I wnat a house


I want a real estate portfolio


time is running out. not really, just passing.


there is cyber security. of course i want to do estate planning lawyer. maybe later in life?


i thought i would need to get married to do all these things, someone to support in watching Alex so that I can do things.


but its 2024. its just simply not my life. i keep blocking what i want. 


not able to attract it. wanted love, get narcs. want money, get bad jobs. 


i am grateful for the opportunity. i'm skipping on the lesson.


i wanted to work and be able to invest. did instagram lie to me? 


its better to work no, than to have no opportunity and the hopelessness of that.


but god, how good it was to wake up and talk to you and talk to Tia and be able to raise my son how i wanted.


now i work and i don't spend as much time with him. i hope all that time all that i poured into him is good enough for now. i know some people work so much and never see their kids. i just don't see it that way.


i always wanted to have a business that later on in life he can join in with me. these are the dreams. dreams we think about, dreams we create. 


It feels nice being home and being able to sit at a desk and write. just a simple thing. at mom's i had no room to breathe or move. everything was i''ll drive you and no money for anything after paying that bootcamp.

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