Exactly ten years ago, I was sitting at a party full of writers on a farm in Winters, California, complaining to Brian that I was OLLLLLLD because I was turning 25 that day. Oh, Samantha. I can't go back and tell my 25 year old self to enjoy sleeping in
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b