What doesn’t kill you…

To be prepared against surprise is to be trained. To be prepared for surprise is to be educated. – James P. Carse

I am woodshedding like crazy. I am going 25-8. I am becoming more fit, agile and smarter than I ever thought possible. I am polishing every skill I have and learning new ones every day.

Tough times make tough people. This is the time to dig in and grow personally, physically, financially and professionally.

Any down time I have, which isn’t much lately, I am devoting to becoming bullet proof. If this disease doesn’t take me out, I will be the cockroach after a nuclear holocaust.

As many of you know, my fall from grace was ugly and life threatening. I lost all my worldly possessions, my marriage, my finances, and for a time, my sanity.

But I’m still here, I’m still standing, leaner and stronger than any time in my whole life.

I know how to lose and I know how to die and come back from hell.

At 74 years old,  I still have a lot of spring left in my chicken.

This is not the time to sit around and get your “tough shit” ticket punched. It’s time to take a new look at the new world and carpe your diem.

We make our own “meant to be.”

Opportunity doesn’t use the doorbell, it knocks, and if you can’t hear your door being beaten down, I don’t know what to tell you.

The government can’t stimulate your happiness, so stop waiting by the mailbox.

The dice are being shook at this very second, be ready when they roll. The world is going through a reset, and that spells O-P-P-O-R-T-U-N-I-T-Y.

The playing field has leveled out and anyone can play. So let’s play.

Polish your turd, that new day is coming and It will most likely get uglier before it gets better.

Gird your loins and don’t get caught with your pants up.

Yeah, you can shoot me, but it’s gonna take a special kind of bullet. I’ve been through too many campaigns and all the signs are here, so don’t sleep through this one.

And who will you be when all this is over? A bruised and chastised survivor? Or a bullet proof, savvy, seasoned, son of a bitch?

Your move.


Please note: I welcome comments that are offensive, illogical or off-topic from readers in all states of consciousness.

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