Sunday, September 7, 2014


In my youth, which I think of running murkily from somewhere around age ten to well into my twenties, I was quite often informed that I was not living up to my potential. It was a common refrain in my school years, and had its strong echoes in my home and about town too. 

Then, suddenly, like, 30 years later, today as a matter of fact, I was driving home at night, and I realized with absolute clarity that I was living up to my potential. This is it! I have finally made it to my potential! 

Well, wow, it was a long haul, and I think there were a lot of times when I really didn't think I would make it, but here I am.

So, then, this is my potential.

Nice. I like all the natural materials.

So, uh, where are all those people who said I wasn't living up to my potential? 

The liars.

I am here. But they, faithless, have scattered, unenlightened, to the wind .


  1. I have always found U 2 B brilliant and fearless, even in your youth. Families are overrated and generally just dead weight. Please write a self help post on how to ditch one's family.

    1. Dear someone I surely know but am not sure who; this is quite kind of you to say. Really nice, so, thank you.

      I agree with you about families. I'll work up to the self help post, but I may need to develop more wisdom first.


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