Walk the walk.
Talk the talk.
Dance the dance...
And all that jazz.
As I sit (stand) here smoking my last smoke, I think "This can't be that hard. A piece of cake."
But in the back, alert subconscious mind I'm thinking "oh...shi...Here we go.)
Kind of like that moment on a roller coaster when it's going up and about to go over the first, biggest drop..."there's no going back now. Oh shi...let's do this! LET'S GO!
So it's go time. No excuses. No buts. Let's see the man I'm made of. Talk the talk and all that jazz.
Sweet, and 12 minutes left to go. Time to bid Adieu to the beer and ice cream. "Keep the veggies company, my friends."
There will be a lot if Adieu bidding to come for sure. And it won't be pretty. But I must say "Adieu!"
😊 good night and hello tomorrow!
