Me**T*13

So for as long as I can remember (like, sophmore/junior year in college) my password for everything has been Me**T*13. It still is my go-to password.

I know yall are like, did this girl just give us her go-to password? Kind-of. You don’t know what letters are what case and if you are that pressed to break into someone’s stuff, then well, you need to just go with God, anyway.

I had this whole plan figured out from the time I graduated from college until,yup, you guessed it 2013.

You know that saying about making God laugh? Well, yeah. We see how well that plan turned out. And the funny thing is, I remember having one but I can’t remember it.

The plan itself. My ex-boyfriend was even in on it, he bought me a 13 to add to my charm bracelet (he claims because it’s his favorite number, though).

Where I am now is way better than any plan that I could have ever drafted up. I’ve already started getting images together for the pages that I want to add to my vision book going into 2013.New goals. New pages.

You can’t claim something to be yours if you haven’t even laid the groundwork for it to manifest itself.