There have been times when I would wake up and think, “What’s the point?!” I’d stumble out of bed, aching in ridiculous places and on occasion barely able to walk as I carry my girth about. and that question would pound in my head, “What’s the point?!”
Whelp, nowadays, I just look up to the left and see my Declarations.I read them. I act them out. I hear them as I read them out loud, often in accents.
I look up to the right and see my self, drawn by my own hand, surrounded by all the characteristics and adjectives that make me pretty darn special.
And I look at my Vision board, a whole space on my wall dedicated to reminding my brain what I want.
Oh, yeah… I remember: Creation. Creation is the point.