What a weird month. The past four weeks made me realize that I have control over nothing but my own attitude. Happy that I am finally stacking cash, learning Spanish, taking yoga religiously and studying for the GRE's. Went to CHI and NYC. Got a bit too involved with things outside of what should be important to me at this point. Its weird. I generally never exercise foresight nor restraint. You'll always hear me preaching about listening to your gut instinct--For once, I did. Have come to terms with my own materialism--Which, isn't bad because I want to earn it. Have looked to hardwork to carry me through. Finally, after hustling for years, I am starting to see some of my work paying off.

Yesterday, I was driving through Studio City. I passed a red Ferarri and my heart melted. Can't wait for my own. Had this grand realization that I am Katie Mother Fucking N. I am a crazy bitch that people love. I lost this fearlessness to be myself by thinking I had to be someone else in order to reach success. The times I have been most successful I was just being me. I attracted the right people in my life. Doors instantly opened up. Most importantly, I was happy. I finally feel secure enough again to be me. It takes a lot of courage to be yourself.