It was sprawled across the front entrance wall. Huge painted letters, five, maybe six feet tall each. My first thought was, “How?” Security constantly monitored this area with cameras, patrols and even drones. I didn’t have to ask why.
According to my mom, as a child, if I was quiet, then there was a good chance I was probably up to something. As it turns out, not much as changed. The more I’m talking (or posting in this case), the less I’m probably doing. It’s when I disappear you, I’ve usually found a groove.
Paying more attention to the world around me. That was one of the goals I set for myself months ago when I took that leap off the cliff toward my new destiny.
Then subsequently landed face first on a rocky ledge. Realized I wasn’t quite ready to fly yet and am now in the process of slipping and sliding down the jagged path I should have taken in the first place.
But I digress…
Back to paying more attention to the world around me.