gotta do something, 3.9.23

when my dad got home yesterday, i told him about the rmv and getting pulled over. for whatever reason, the conversation shifts to our bonuses. we’re supposed to get paid this friday for last year’s bonus. i told my dad how frustrated i was about my end of year review and getting fucked over by one of my coworkers. he tells me don’t worry about the small things, worry about the bigger picture. he truly is the goat. just hearing him say that put things into perspective for me. he told me his bonus percentage and i’m like damn, that’s crazy bread. i don’t know how much he makes, but i do know his bonus is prolly more than what i get paid in a year. like i said, this man is the goat. then he urged me to go back to school so i can be where he is at. i went on a walk with bagel after our conversation. i called e. we talked about my aspirations. we’ve been doing this a lot lately. e tells me whatever happens, just do something. he says don’t get stuck and to keep moving. it’s kind like what a$ told me in my charlotte hotel room last year. money told me to keep my foot on the gas. i haven’t even started the car yet, but believe that ignition is turning in the immediate future.

i used to question god and the universe when they’d send me signs, but these days it’s clearer than ever. 

-ratha, 12:21pm, 3.9.23