Just got home from working at the restaurant. Things there are getting much better. For a while, they were looking kind of hairy with chefs yelling at me and me not knowing what the heezy I’m doing. But it seems to be turning around. I love it when things are moving quickly and everything is going perfectly smooth at a quick pace. Like a symphony or a well oiled machine, depending on how poetic you feel.

Had an interesting thought tonight:

You cannot really love someone if you don’t love yourself first.

If you don’t love yourself you will never believe that they love you as well. What do you think?