I had AWESOME godparents who, while building their own family, spent a lot of time with me and helped me learn some important life lessons… even though it took me a lot longer than they’d hoped that I learn those lessons.
I looked to stories and history to find other amazing people who I could try and emulate. Looking back, and knowing more about history today, I see that some of those early heroes were shits. I suppose at one time or another we’re all a pack of little shit-asses… some of us more than others. *raises hand*
What I’m trying to say is that it doesn’t matter if you didn’t have the standard-issue, socially-appropriate, quotidian mentors you hoped to have.
There is always room to do better. There is always room to free your mind and spirit. There is always someone to look up to to model what to do when things get tough and you feel like quitting.
(See y’all tomorrow)