Just had a flashback of when I lived in Brooklyn and was struggling to make ends meet. Sitting there and collecting cans just to eat or picking up a stupid little job that had me traveling super late hours of the night, all to make sure things were good.

It’s those little reminders that tell me how much better of a place I’m in now. Although there are struggles, it will never be like that one. I tell myself all the time that I can’t be that way anymore and I will bust my ass to make sure it won’t ever have to be that way. This struggle is way different than that one and I’m hauling ass and grinding hard.