A plan would be good.

Or a strategy.

Reassuring.

Exciting.

Logical.

But I don’t have one.

I don’t particularly long to be the Best Version of Myself.

No need to change into the Person I Need To Be To Get What I Want.

Sure, I get the pull, the promise, the notion.

I get the project, the targets, the action.

Unfortunately, I don’t give a shit.

Or fortunately (right, Naph?).

Haha.

Where does that leave me?

Will I turn out to be the sad hobo under the bridge?

The once-promising coach slash author, now rotting away in obscurity?

The man who refused to stay relevant, the stupid wise-ass?

The Sorry Motherfucker Who Gave Up On His Dreams?

Well, I don’t know.

I guess not, though.

Nah.

This feels WAAAAAAY too good.

I guess I’m just gonna share it.

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