I happened on the scene with a lofty head filled with idealism and a mouth wrought for writing...or speaking. Wrought for speaking; wait, no writing. At least that is what I had been told by persons not so wrought. Personally, I didn't see it. It was a combination of being blinded by the light (as my buddy Bruce dost protest) and a labor of love that would, might, possibly, eventually enable me a better person capable of transient work and bestowed efforts of the family context that I so desired.
I was hopeful.
Hopeful bites sometimes. A lot of sometimes, sometimes.
The point was to gain enough experience as a person, an advocate, a mother, speaker-of-truth, and outright human being, that I would gain enough strength points to move to the next level. Truth be told, I often used cheat codes and moved along passively because I thought I'd mastered the lamest of elements only to find that I was the lamest and would be moving back several spaces until I conceded to run due course. Phewy.
A side note of suggestion offers that I have mentally compiled a resolution list of ideas toward my next role: Awesomeness. I have a book-signing (equipped with author-signed pages of my first and best-selling novel; currently untitled and missing each page beyond that there signed page), a children's book of characters who parallel the life and times of me and my son (and Lovey -- Lovey's always there!), and the perfect act and wording for when I am let go due to budget constraints. Seems profitable, right?
Ought to.
This has taken me a lot of years to compile.
Where to now? That is the point at which I currently reside. It is either continue down the road of least-resistance/no achievement and no forward-movement for the sake of being "easy" -- OR a big, fat: double-barrel bustin' truth on the situation, eat-my-grits, bite my dust and go big, or go home kind of circumstance.
Big, fat?
Yeah. I'm leaning in that general direction too.
I find a large issue with the legal society that happens to run, organize and fund much of society. WHEN the heck did that happen?!?! And why wasn't I invited? Doesn't seem right. Isn't right.
But...
I have had this pot on the stove for far too long, finally turned the heat up and have a reduction of fine, unadulterated comprehension that will pair nicely with a baguette and the "No BS clause" that I put at the opposite end of that book-signing deal where all I have is a cover page. ( I guess that isn't entirely true -- I have the No BS clause as well).
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