Trial and error...but honestly - a fuckton of error. But judge me not - without the errors and failures and oopsy daisies - I would literally be boring as hell. I like the feeling of organized disarray in life, and I am awkward to a fault. I anticipate fuck ups, love ups, adjusted pathways, and things that make you question your existence. To take all of those weeds and pick them out, place them in your basket, and create a garden of well tended life lessons is the goal. In the meantime as we await those experiences, never-knowing how or when - we also anticipate growth and truth within ourselves to flourish. Be guided by that unsettling, and flow with it. Champion the fact we will never be back to where we used to be - memories and instinct are the purpose. We may become a stranger to our past, and in many cases that's a good thing - so embrace the fuck ups, the love ups, the choices that recondition your perspective. Be your own torch, and light the force - be the storm and rage out when needed, and if you get lost remember the flame inside that ignited your fierceness. Be sidelined in the pause - because it’s not a setback - and that pause is not by fault - but by trying. Trying everything that sets your light on fire. So many of people hide their undoings in the shadow, let's uncover and be brave - have the courage to arrest how we think of ourselves and start loving ourselves for those significant lessons. I really loathe the words we use to call the very things that have helped our growth - downfall, failure, weakness - they define nothing - in fact they are such silly words. Purge those nasty words. We hold trial and error in such low regard - when it truly is how we overcome, how we win - how we tell the story to the next generation. Be wise, be crazy, and never doubt that this is how life works. You are a beautiful example of fucking up - and you should be proud of your past and how it has lit a fire within you.