Boy howdy you 'big keyboard' Victurd, you screwed that one up long ago.
Eh I dunno. I will admit, I get uncomfortable, turn the page when I read dirty laundry, family infighting, yada, on social media.
My take, (Victor, may I remind you there are 8 of these sentences, we can't sit here until February ya know), eh, whatever. My take, sure, I'm ashamed of some things in life I've done, said.. sure, I still keep much private... Two buddies here.. one in WA, said "I'd like to share but it's Facebook, cant share those feelings", understand.. annudder, a MO buddy, "sometimes you say things we are all thinking but afraid to say." Ahm, so, like, you want a medal Victurd? Nope, just want to borrow your brain, hopefully make you think, occasionally, hopefully laugh.
If you want something worthwhile, be ready for criticism.
Don't worry about this taking until February, this one is easy... I can dish it out, but I can't take it. Stick that in your goo stained 1970's bong and smoke it, ha!
Your mental health is way more important than your career will ever be.
No worries here. Level best, I always, well, usually did. No bitey hand that feeds. (Forgive me Father, I did look Facebook, a lot, on company time, until they hired that 3rd, freelance, IT nerd who called me on carpet. Oh, and once.. ok, three times, I came in way early and printed 200 pages of Christmas Carols we used to sing at Nursing Homes.) Sorry. Kinda.
You become an unstoppable force when you realize you can do it all alone.
Can do, have done, oft times poorly, but accomplished.
Be ok with people not liking you. Most don't even like themselves.
Hey, I'm ok here. Sometimes I don't like me. What bugs me the most is seeing folks who don't enjoy the moment, the day, their life. Now that, bugs me for there's nothing I can do to change that.
Not everything will go according to plan, be ready to adapt.
I call BS, the Royals will draft me, looooong career, Hall Of Fame, I'll make 20 bucks a signature at baseball card shows and Winnebago happily across the land. VICTOR! YOU'RE SNORING! Oh, sorry Auntie Em, what's the next one?
You can always choose to be happy no matter what happens in your life. Being sad should never be an option.
I try. I don't always succeed but thanks to smiles, laughs, hugs, niceness, Welbutrin and an occasional Miller Lite, I keep matriculating down the yellow brick road. Victor? You can't afford Miller Lite. OK, bite me, Natty Light.
As far as being sad I disagree. Sad, my book, plays a role in life. No, we can't waller in sadness, but dadgummit, if ya don't feel (loss, pet rainbow bridges, illness of others, much) what's the point in being here?
Don't waste your time stressing about the things you can't control.
We are human, we all error here. Level best, all we can do. Hard to admit, we just can't control everything.
I'd better go. I gotta pee.
Oops. Too late.
Oh well, be kind, be nice, don't worry (much), be happy,
Love, Victurd
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