I’ve spent my whole life running away from my thoughts. Too afraid of what could come out of them if I sit with them long enough. Too afraid that if I take the time to write the ideas down and work on the argument, it might end up being something extraordinary. Too afraid of what people might say, or what if they find it trash? But deep down, I know I’m mostly afraid of my self, of my genius. Not anymore. I’m here now, ready for war with myself.