I spent the past two hours writing crap. Time to just say what’s on my mind.
After attempts to liken my current decisions and quandaries to square pegs in round holes and forms of dance (specifically, cha cha and paso doble), I’ve reached a conclusion worthy of sharing:
I want/need more and, unfortunately, I’m the only reason why I don’t have more.
I’m slightly nauseous from the impact of taking this flight. It’s freeing but nerve-wracking to implement a plan that forces me out of my own way and doing, not chatting.
Please bear with me. Eatingatme will be a portal to opportunity but it will get pretty funky.
Big surprise.
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