So, lucky me, today of all days is my turn in the rotation, and gotta be honest, folks. I’m having trouble finding the words.
Any words.
Lots going on in BrianWorld, and to top it off I’m one of the folks none too thrilled about the outcome of the Big Event yesterday.
Not gonna talk about it. I’m not mad at anyone about the outcome. You win some, you lose some. Besides, someone a whole lot wiser than me famously said, “the failure is not in the fall, but in the not getting up.”
Today, I got up.
No more anxiety with the potential outcome hanging over our collective heads like the proverbial sword of Damocles. No more dread. No more uncertainty.
Instead I feel blessed with a clearer vision of what lies ahead for myself, my family, and my friends. And I immediately began to take steps to realize the new goals-both short and long-term-I’d already set for myself, and which had been buried and shunted aside by the creeping dread of the feared potential outcome.
So that’s “What next?”
Huh. Whadaya know?
I guess maybe I do have the words after all.
And now if you’ll pardon me, I’ve got stuff to do.
See you in two weeks!
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