Quarantine fifteen settles
in places I’d never introduce,
and I think to myself,
“But you’re still aging well.”
Like I’m a gourmet cheese
or fine wine or those
expensive nails that take
48 hours to remove.
I tell the dog there are
changes to make and my
left leg believes otherwise.
“I AM wearing the weight
well,” as I mind-change
the subject.
I see sweet imperfection
and I love it.
Inspired by words from the incredibly hilarious man with no filter and an awesome gift of gab, Scott Muska. Originally posted via LinkedIn.
When someone does not believe in your vision, and cannot see what you see for yourself, know that they are not made for what you can do–only you are. Manifest your movement.
As I emerge from the Dark Ages, I share with you, my LinkedIn Profile.
This could be an adventure. It could be a total flop. But I know I want to increase my chances of having my writing come across the eyes of a publisher or a high-brow columnist with abundant connections.
I will not know unless I try, right? Right.
A Cornered Gurl 
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