Good Times

So thirty three was for mastery, and I feel like I really learned what it takes to be good at something. Really good at it, and that is all basic golden rule shit that I hope to never forget for the rest of my life. Golden rules apply to everything I do, which is why they are golden.

Thirty four is knowing. Now that I know what I need to do, how do I deal with that information?

There's a bunch of different ways. I've seen many of them played out in front of me. That helps a lot.

The best thing about this vacation is the free time, no doubt that I love that the most. Second best though is that my mind is so fucking free, y'all. I took some phone calls last Monday but since then I haven't even really thought about work. Almost at all.

Usually it is the first or second thing I think of waking up in the morning. It is interesting to see what takes its place when I'm a lady of leisure.

Oh. Leisure.

I can do it both ways, I've decided. Get rich or just be rich. I love working, I love my job, I love being hella good at shit. I love excellence. I love getting paid to be excellent.

But also? If I didn't have to strive so much? I'd still be excellent. There would be all of this free time to be creative and well-dressed and interesting, and I'd throw the best parties in town. Hands down.

But I'm adaptive. I'll do it either way. It just has to be.


High-quality.


Speaking of, in case you needed further proof that Thelma rules:



And we really shouldn't sleep on Wilona, she was hella styled out to be living in the projects:




Okay I am inspired it is time to plan some outfits. Happy Tuesday.