A Little Action

When it comes to going after my own happiness, I'm pretty much all talk and no action. Sure I've occasionally executed daring maneuvers designed to bring me total joy. I've set out to conquer the unconquerable, which usually worked out pretty well. And for the most part, I've chosen to forge a trail, rather than follow the crowd down a well-trodden path.

But, and that's a big but (not unlike me own butt), I am rarely consistent in my pursuit of happiness. Or wellness. Or success. Or peace of mind. Or a tight ass. Who is, really? Right? If we were all perfect little soldiers, training for our own missions, why would we need Suze Orman, or Oprah, or priests?

So I'm in good company, hangin' out with pretty much everyone who can't get off their asses to pursue something they really, really, really want. For me, the holy grail is to realize my artistic potential. I'm not sure what that looks like yet, but I do know that it will require transitioning out of ghostwriting and back into what I really, really, really love to write.

If you are one of the 16 people who follow this blog, you might think this is just more talk; a blog post heavy on wishing and extra-light on fulfillment.

Wrong, suckas!

I've revived an old project AND started a new one. I work on BOTH projects a little bit, every day. And BOTH projects will have MY name on them.

I really had you going, didn't I? You thought I was going to close with a poignant smirk of a paragraph, something that summarized the theme of the post but still sort of left me hanging around in limbo land.

Wrong again.

So while I may not be ALL action, I'm definitely a little action. And in my case, a little is a lot.

Happy week, all.