Some of the visitors we get here might recognize certain places and spaces.
They might wonder if I am taking shots at alter cockers who look like they passed 60 a dozen years ago even though the calendar says they haven’t made it yet.
You never know, someone could sing about them missing the bus, doo dah and all that other jazz. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them showed up here a second or third time tonight.
They might say that hanging out with old decrepit guys who are as photogenic as a dried up sponge is mean. Or maybe they are bored and tired of them and looking for a way back because monkeys miss their bananas.
It is all narishkeit and ridiculous crap on my part, but that is what you get with a quick five minutes of writing.
Some of the best stuff is at the ‘Stack now which makes me laugh because it reminds me of the old days at the Shack, but I digress.
Things We Hold Onto
I still have a pair of shorts I bought just before a business trip I took to DFW. Kept the map the rental car place gave me too, cuz I am sentimental about some things.
I may be grouchy and territorial about some stuff but there are other things I pay attention to. I don’t just throw away people and things that are important.
Well, that is not entirely true I have walked away from many and given up because it didn’t make sense. But there have been the few that it didn’t work with for whatever reason.
Some people seem to come back and if I have learned anything it is to pay attention to that but to have no expectations.
But it is also to note that you don’t always let them back because sometimes if they walked away you cut the strings.
Or so that is how it has gone many times, but not always. There are the exceptions and hell if I know what to make of those or what not to make.
The best part of being on the hero’s journey is knowing that life is an adventure and that while you can’t avoid every storm you can choose how you wish to sail through them.
That is the joy of a being a storm walker and a fire dancer.
P.S. I know some of you can hear me speaking when you read my words and it is not because you spent 18 billion hours on the phone or in person with me.
Nor is it because you watch my Instagram stories and listen to the smooth sounds of my sexy voice. 😉
It is not ego if you can back it up or so someone once said.
What a crazy world we live in, it is good to be the invisible man.
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