anybody miss seven/twenty-one?
i didn’t. i mean i did.
but, i didn’t realize i did, until i did.
well, there went my thirteen year streak.
not surgeries, not five-thirty am internet failures as i’m out the door to ireland.
not polar vortex, not even tornado energy grid failure.
yes, a warning signal. oops, a snoozed reminder. the tone of missing time.
a sweetly snuggly cat or two, supper at one am.
i’m a bit baffled by my notice delay.
i can’t pinpoint it. but, i can twenty/twenty.
a plethra of projects with immoderate commitments.
i’ll tell ya what, tho. it’s been fun.
by ‘fun’ i mean a real challenge. for me.
fascination, curiosity, mind-stretch; un-slight, devoted hours.
gladsome. i’m all game. it’s all good.
stress is part of the good. because, it really is.
i chose the contest. i selected the set. i’m courting skills.
i’m proud of my all-in self.
even if i did crash the word carriage. re-routing ruts.
happily still in it. six more weeks, grappling with goals.
expecting to win at the three. yeah, this is how life should be.
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