People Are Like Moths. First They Are

If I Ever Start Talking To You About My 'craft', My 'instrument', You Have Permission To Shoot Me.

I'm Not A Very Organized Person For Being Uber Work-obsessed. I Struggle To Keep It All Organized Because Everything Can Become Important And, When You Have So Many Spinning Plates, They Sometimes Can Cancel Each Other Out Because You Lose Track Of Everything.

Trust That Things Will Be Okay - Especially If You Put In The Time And Effort To Make Them Be Okay.

Both Of My Marriages Have Taught Me The Same Lesson Twice Over Really Harsh: Listen To Your Instincts. Don't Be A People Pleaser.

I Still, At Hotel Rooms, I Do This One Sort Of Not-so-cool Thing: Continually Shoving My Room Service Tray In Front Of Someone Else's Door. Because I Don't Want The Remnants. I Don't Want To Be Caught, Like, Being Like The Pig That I Was At Two In The Morning.