I am very much conscious of my decisions. More importantly, I take responsibility for the consequences they bring. Or at least I try to. When I'm struggling with the goals I've set for myself, I remind myself to be patient and I don't bail out, until I'm escorted out. I'll eventually get my shot. My grandmother told me so - that means it must be true. She reminds me that not even the strongest of us survive. And that the will to sacrifice the things you love to achieve your dreams is half the battle. The other half are disappointments. Ones that happens over and over again. I pinch myself to remember that there is definitely a pot of gold at the end of that rainbow, it's just a son of a bitch getting there.
