Too. Much. Introspection.
I’m having one of those days. Weeks? Months? Years? It has been an odd year. Friendships and relationships I believed were rock solid went all ass over teakettle. Lots of school drama for my poor little men. And apparently I am bound and determined to learn most of my business lessons the hard way. Make that the very hard way. The way with hot coals to walk over, and pits of vipers, and thousands of mosquitoes. What? Mosquitoes are very annoying. And the bites can get infected, and, and…
The end result of this topsy turvy year and all of this damned introspection is that my own judgment is now circumspect. I’ve made more than my share of “what was I thinking” mistakes in my life. But I thought I was older and wiser, and something. That intangible something that would allow to make the right decisions about who I let into my life, who I work with, who I trust.
See? This is what happens when you make me post everyday. I think too much. And that my friends is a dangerous thing. Hang on. I’ll go find an amusing picture.
TCB Baby. That’s what I need to be doing. Less thinking, more doing. A little less conversation, a little more action.