Apr 29, 20161 min read

HOW BAD DO YOU WANT IT?

I wanted it bad enough to break up with some friends (and even a few family members) who weighed me down with their disbelief and silent insecurities of being “left behind.”

I wanted it bad enough that I believed in myself by shining my own light as bright as I could on even the darkest days.

I wanted it bad enough to speak it before it ever existed.

I wanted it so bad that failure was not an option.

I wanted it bad enough that people conspired on my behalf to see that it was done. Because they believed in my vision just as hard as I did.

I wanted it so bad that I became my own cheerleader when the whole team picked up and left.

I wanted it bad enough to show my face to the world even when I’d been humiliated and betrayed. Because they couldn’t kill me. And I needed them to know that.

I wanted it bad enough to get back up again after I had fallen. And couldn’t get up.

I wanted it bad enough to pray. A million times a day. Even after I’d crept into the forbidden garden and eaten the apple.