"The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk,
mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn, burn, burn,
like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders across the stars."
~ Jack Kerouac
Yeah, Jack. Me too. Me too.
The crazy ones inspire me. They push me forward. They keep me breathing.
The crazy ones run with me at 5am. Thank you Tracey.
The crazy ones read my manuscript for the fiftieth time and still see hope. Thank you Wendy.
The crazy ones aren't afraid to go three rounds with me in the boxing ring. Thank you Sam.
The crazy ones run around my house giggling and playing chasey. Thank you Isaiah and Cyrus.
The crazy one calls himself my husband. Thank you Matt.
One day a crazy one will agent my book. A crazy one will publish me. And lots of crazy ones will read me. Oh, to see that crazy day!
Here's to crazy ones. You know who you are.
What about you? What crazy ones do you surround yourself with?