Dashiki with a Luis Scarf

I don't have even one single ounce of creative energy to spare. Not lately. And can you imagine that? From this little powerhouse?

But it's true, all I seem to ever do lately is work. And that's why this Saturday night finds me all curled up in bed typing with one eye open and getting ready to go to sleep instead of making this fabulous pair of lady adventurer pants I have in my head. These ones I'm dying to make into real life.

But real life has to wait.

And it is not brain surgery, my day job. I talk about it so often and with so much importance you would think that it is, but it isn't. It's really this perfect balance between mattering in the extreme and not mattering at all.

Does the world need to buy more shit? Do they need to be inspired to purchase another rugby jersey?

No.

But does it matter, knowing how to break a huge thing down into its tiniest executable parts and then being able to get those things done, one by one until you've accomplished the whole big thing?

Yes. Very much so.

I think that's all life ever really is. So my day job is like training for real life.

Real life: a series of steps making us all more and more golden until we don't need steps anymore cause we are floating up, up, up.

I can say for a fact that I've gotten where I am (for better and worse, mind you) by just consistently saying

I'm gonna do this thing

Now I'm gonna do this thing

Now I'm gonna do this thing

And not really allowing much room for any other thoughts to creep in. About whether or not what I'm gonna do is wise, or likely, or even possible.

I just do it. And then it's done.

If it was done for the worse: I can cross it off of my list of mistakes to make in the future.

If it was done for the better: I can add it to my list of things I'm glad I've done.

Both are a step in the right direction.

win-win.

I love win-win. Especially when it keeps me major busy and means that maybe one day, yes, I'll be soaking in a golden bathtub at the Burj Al Arab.

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Busta Rhymes is a damn fool:




That shit knocks, though.

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Hihi. I miss you! I'll be back to normal in less than a week, scout's honor.

Though I never was a scout.

Gnight.