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