“I have people say to me, why do you do so many jobs? Why do you keep moving?” “Because I remember being scared, I remember being broke, having no idea where the f*** the money was coming from.” When the audio hits, I don’t stop because I know what it’s like to be concerned, I know what fear feels like. I know what I’ll do whatever it takes to be able to afford what I need to, to protect what I care about is like. I know what it’s like to have someone look you in the eye, tell you you weren’t “passionate” enough, that people like you don’t last in this industry. I wasn’t given what I have achieved because I’m “pretty cute or sexy.” I’m where im at because I didn’t give up, I constantly kept going. When others spent time at the beach, and partying. I took the time to work, when others enjoyed their days off, I filled it with education. And truth of the matter is, I enjoy every second of what I do... how many people can say that?