No, my accomplishments were wrought through pain. Through relentless perseverance and unwavering persistence. Through a commitment to being a little bit better today than I was yesterday. I am here because I embraced the journey, and all the pitches it could throw. I am here because I had extreme faith—in myself, in my song, and in something powerful beyond the self. And then, I busted my ass. Today, finally, I can exhale. But only for a moment. Because tomorrow awaits—and I want to be better then than I am today. Because there is no destination. And there are no finish lines.

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