In the last week my tendinitis has gotten so bad that I can't even practice. I almost feel useless. Almost. And because of that almost, I'm obligated to myself to find a way to make this work. I've got dreams to reach, goals to accomplish, and shit to prove. This is crippling, but it's not a dead end.
Everything happens for a reason.
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