I spend so much time trying to help other people look good, I spend no time on myself. It’s the old story: “Always choose the barber with the bad haircut.”
It’s been about 6 months since I tended my garden here, and: nothing. It’s not that I don’t care about you – I do – truly, but my commitments come first. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut, and then I’ll find ALL the time in the world to lounge around & drink Margaritas on the beach. Raul strumming out Jimmy Buffet on a 12-string at dusk, the fire roasting a fresh hog, and Rachel rubbing my shoulders as I inhale the salty beach breeze – all that (and more) when I abandon the fight.
But for now? Talk to you six months. Back to the grindstone.