Something, something I won’t specify here. Never liked the word GOALS. Earlier this morning however before falling back asleep, 4-something, I remember Dad telling me about diverting from a path and practice and how that’s “death to your goal”. So, changing movements.
Thanksgiving, already. Time, don’t want to write or whine about you anymore. First urge in the morning, this morning as with all, is to write. Nothing on tap, nothing in queue. So then….
“Goal” I’ve noted, there needs to be a complete re-write of character. Not that I’m doing too much wrong. Nothing though if a couple strides were to be switched there would be different air.