There are two more episodes left of Game of Thrones. After what has to be among the top episodes of any season, I am grateful I still have Direct TV. Unfortunately for Direct TV they soon won’t have me. I have reached a point where it no longer seems necessary to have the service. I can unplug and in may ways need to unplug. It is long past time to untether from the elements of my life that keep from doing the things I really want and need to do with my time.
It is time to start publishing on a serious schedule and making the moves necessary to do for my audience what I have sought to do for a frighteningly long time. It is important to do so now because for all intents and purposes my life is nearly half over. The more I consider this revelation the more I wonder why it has taken me so long and cost me so much to get moving on who I want to be as a writer…
Some Thoughts:
- Ahh glorious 1853, also known as the birth year of the potato chip and by extension the death year of my stomach. I’ve been taught that we become socialized into habits and mannerisms by our parents. I was socialized into eating a lot of potato chips. I’m talking bags here. The result? A belly that could easily be mistaken for Ascites and additional fat that accumulates in all those unfriendly places additional fat starts to accumulate when you aren’t looking. I’m not proud. I’m still eating those chips though. Call it an addiction coupled with the lack of drive to actually do something about it.