Have you ever looked in the mirror and said, “Who the hell is that?” Not me. I know exactly who I am most of the time.
Flashback: There I was, surrounded by dozens of stocky henchman while trying to escape the private island of the odious General Killius.
It’s August, and I’m another year older. Maybe another year wiser. Life experience is great and can be used for all sorts of savings and discounts.
Time is precious. Each day is an opportunity, especially the weekends. Like many, I value the weekends and the two-day respite from the necessary work-a-day routine.
I try to run three times a week for around two or three miles at a time. This routine, more or less, has been ongoing for nearly twenty years since enlisting the Army.
The start of a new school year was filled with excitement and dread. Will your friends be the same? Should you get a new haircut? What clothes will you wear? Do you have enough school supplies? There were no easy answers. Read Part 1 here.
Day 110: Where did the time go? I’ve squandered precious writing months, distracted with so many different things. I’ve even neglected my ant farm. The house is littered with dead plants I never watered. Bill collectors knock on my door day and night, demanding payment. Behind them stand loan sharks, here to collect various gambling
In case you didn’t notice, it’s 2021. We’ve taken down the Christmas trees, finished burning the Kwanza candles, opened our swimsuit calendars, and entered a new year with a fresh and hopeful perspective. Some of us, anyway.