Today’s Word Count (actual/goal): 887/1000
Total Word Count So Far (after edits, all days included, blah-blah): 5540
First, a quick correction from last time: the beer in that photo was a Pay-It-Forward Cocoa Porter from West Sixth here in Lexington, not the Bell’s Kalamazoo Stout. I am so sorry.
Been real slow, buddies. A “busy” week at my “real” job, some doctor’s shenanigans, intentional slowdowns, and general exhaustion brought this bad boy to a crawl. Oh god, it won’t stop creeping along like a hoopty low on gas. Fear not, though (I say to myself, knowing you are a fearless bunch): the fire still burns, and we carry on like so many My Chemicals Romance.
My quick thought for today: keep the faith. Know thyself. Trust thyself. My runes will not stop telling me to tap in to that damn potential of mine before it rusts away. It isn’t a cocky thing; it’s a confidence thing. Don’t be a douche, but don’t be a douche to yourself either. You’ve got power inside you, no matter what you’re shooting for. You are the god of your own life. Own thyself.
Much love, peeps.
