I’ve come to the conclusion that believing in Wrestling is like believing is Santa Claus or The Easter Bunny. It’s completely up to you and no matter what you believe we still celebrate Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny and we all love a good wrestling match because it’s amazing.
We have figured out how to build the biggest and tallest buildings. How to put a man in space. We want to figure out how to colonize Mars. We are trying harder and harder how to get further apart from one another. When what we need is to get closer together. We are on this planet for the long haul. We are all going to be here together. Whether you like or not.
I was on my way to work this morning when I saw a woman wearing the ugliest purple lipstick. My first thought was, “Someone read this months beauty magazine.”
Failure is much more than just falling on your face and starting over. Getting up and starting over is actually the pretty easy part. Failure goes much deeper and personal.
The person I look up to most and the only person who’s negative opinion of me that would ever destroy me, is my Mothers.
I was filling out a job application recently and they asked how people related through food and how that makes you relatable.
We all reach that breaking point. Some, sadly, keep it in. Holding it in will destroy you. You need to fall apart at some point.