My dreams are so vivid, and so realistic, and tuned so clearly to my ambition and hope. But I always remember these dreams aren’t my reality and I wake up. I’ve woke up every night for the last six months.

Up until now, it’s been frustrating as shit. To be consistently taunted with my biggest desires in life and have my sleep broken? I could understand if my biggest regrets in life came back to haunt me, but things that haven’t even happened yet… Cruel, yo.

But now, since I’ve been able to find people that support my endeavors and, more importantly, allow me to support theirs, I wake up with a little relief. I’m pursuing my hopes and dreams, not just talking about it or planning for it.

My subconscious has literally been hoping for something like this, and it’s finally giving me a break. Considering the current time, I obviously don’t deserve that full night yet, but I’m so excited that I’m on the right track. And I’m surrounded by brilliant and talented and hungry people who believe in me, in each other, in this project…