“Danger, Will Robinson!”
AKA “Put a fork in me”, that’s right folks, toast on a stick.
I thought for my first thirty medium days I could punch out multiple shares each day.
While I have managed to pub each day I am not beyond happy with every single one of them.
Plus the pedal to floor is draining the tank, my motorcycle is threatening divorce if I don’t start showing the TLC she is accustom to. Fret not, I’m not tossing in the towel, just clarifying I’m a wimp.
How professional women break the glass ceiling while being a mom and putting up with the likes of me is the Juicedratic Equation. Oh yeah lets not forget the sleep deprivation and all the snowball added at no extra cost while they somehow manage to still make men seem “average”.
But this sigh of share is about the dreaded roll off I foresee in my pubs next month. Sure I can eat my Wheaties, continue my impression of the walking dead during prime time while I present a shadow of myself to everyone I am supposed to be supporting.
Or I can just admit to being more like captain underpants than wonder woman, bite the bullet and buckle up. Let’s see I believe “Man-Up” is the proper testosterone version so let’s give it a go.
I plan on finishing up this month strong but foresee slowing a tad for next month. I owe it to you, me and everyone who depends on me. I hate being a subpar version of myself so I need to grab the reins before I spin out in a train wreck.
There I said it, kind of.
I feel the heat of a platform full of very talented individuals and i would like to make sure to pull my weight.
Sure I hope to progress to be a writer all will know and enjoy but to me being a sound representation of your abilities is also a mandatory requirement.
I look forward to your future writings, progress and success. I plan to allow myself a little more time to enjoy them properly while I also attend to cleaning up my own back yard.
Just a heads-up because God knows surprises in our current times just are not as fun as they used to be.