Today was one of those days when you look up at the sky and say, "I got out of bed for this? I got out of bed to face this shit?" But you know what? I got out of bed. And I faced that. And in my own way I conquered the giant. I had my Spartan, "Tonight We Dine In Hell" moment. I stared down depression and anxiety and popped a can of "Whoop Ass" on them. And now I can rest. It's never easy. The nights are the worst. But. Tomorrow has the potential of being incredible. Who knows, I may just road trip to the coast. Because with no lover to tie you down, your time, energy, and funds are free to fuel your next adventure. Be still my soul. Here's to not giving up..