When basic decency becomes an olympic sport
The fine line between healthy self-belief and being completely out of touch with reality
Like, shit covered unicorns
and how to get over it with creativity, focus and action
...it's pretty X-citing
and realizing you're more privileged than you think
Reflecting on how far you've come, one wing at a time
AKA my Grandpa Glenn
with a side of Kombucha
... a sh*t ton more.
...and attempting to not feel guilty about it
And that's kind of... the whole point?
