Jelly Belly.
Chocolate jelly bean, I think I love you the most. It is Sunday morning, God’s day. I think the self publishing app I used to publish my last book or two has decided to up and leave the scene. Chuck ’em deuces. We in her’ for the long haul. Get ready, my home-brewed coffee in an old Dunkin’ cup is tasting great.
I feel great. I did not hesitate expressing myself in the intro, did I!?
I’m churning this butter. My goals are written down in a stone tablet.
I just circled the whole day in my colander, September 10th. That’s 21 days, or 3 weeks from now I think. A massacre, it’ll resemble. I will have to pedal, and pedal and pedal. It feels great to stay in my lane and make uninterrupted progress. My fate will be to cross the finish line on my bike. Shout out to the IM ABLE foundation for making this all possible.
Appropriately express myself: check!
Raise the roof momentum-wise: check!
Say hi to all the bees buzzing: check!
Keep myself focused on output: check!
Dust my shoulders of self-imposed guilt: check!
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