I’m working harder and smarter and I feel better but I know I shouldn’t even be talking about it but rather working more. So curse me for not writing because it’s write or die and where the hell would I be if I didn’t take the time to meditate thru writing everyday on this private blog.
[deep breath]
So where do I go from here trying to squeeze out a blog post so all I have to catch up on is getting 4 make-up posts out over the enxt few days that mean 3 tomorrow and 3 Thursday and I’m all caught up.
[deep breath]
Even now as I write and even though it’s way past responsible bed time I already feel a sense of writing strength from the act of practicing my craft as common as I would be stretching or running to keep my body in shape there’s no reason not to do this in writing because I can only get better right?
[last deep breath]
I’m 35 now and this is my 1st post since after the bday. I feel fine as long as I make real progress. As a friend told me 35 is the end of youth. There’s good and bad to that I’ll take the good and make something of it.