I woke up in a shitty mood this morning. I couldn’t sleep do to tossing and turning the entire night. I opened my eyes and instantly begin praying for a breakthrough of something amazing. Tears begin to flow down my eyes as I felt the aggravation and anger build up inside of myself due to the place I am in my life at the moment. My husband was awakened by my sniffles and pulled me close to him saying in the calmest voice, “That’s not the way to start your day. Talk to me.” I begin to explain my thoughts that were, and are, always ever flowing as of late. I tried to describe to him how I felt like God is trying to convey a message to me that I cannot seem to see clearly yet. How I feel so blessed and stressed all at the same time. How I want and need to find my exact purpose in life so that my focus can be geared towards that “thing”. I am a host of a lot of titles. I am a woman, a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend, an entrepreneur, an artist, a writer, a stylist, a designer, a gift, a present, a lover, a giver, a source, a reason, a child. I am more than my thoughts. I am more than my frustrations. I am more than me. I am. And I can choose to have a shitty morning and then have an outstanding day. That is the power that lies within me. I have the power to choose. I have the power to be great and nothing, weather perceived to be brought on by others or brought on by myself, can stand in the way of all of this awesomeness.