I'm constantly shutting doors because I'm afraid of messing up, but I shut the door - so I messed up. I just have trouble actually seeing myself succeeding at this whole thing, making a living doing what I love doing.
I am so proud of her and I think she is so fascinating. My heart grows ten sizes bigger every day just because she's alive, and she makes me cry (or at least want to) and act funny. I like holding your belongings and feeling like I share it with you.