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08/19/2006: "Just do it!"
How many times have you told the story of your life, or more importantly, how much has it changed over time? We all have an assorted box of anecdotes we recount to define ourselves to others....but we each shape the impression, craft the story, in what we choose to tell�or *not* tell.
I know, I suppose, because I'm somewhat of an expert. Why is it we choose to tell our deepest darkest secrets to some but not others? Or maybe we're just more honest when we have one foot out the door? When I get ready to leave a place a sort of reckless abandon sets in...I suppose it's similar to being told you only have x amount of time to live...why be careful anymore? It leaves me wishing I could live that directly all the time.
Show no fear. Forget the consequences. Live each day as though it's your last.
But how many of us really do that? How often do you find yourself reining in your impulses? And what would be the results if we didn't? Because see...the thing is...there usually is a morning after.
Anyway, I'm not trying to be mysterious, nothing has happened externally...only internally. Because I've realized yet again the power to take my fate in hand, and once realized, it can become intoxicating. What next, what next? I need to DO something, more, totally uncharacteristic for me. And why not? What's the worst thing that can happen?