This has been a tough, crazy week physically and mentally. Unfortunately, not intellectually. But folks, that is a whole other story and I’ll just save that for another time. Apparently, I’ve got a groundswell of stories to put out there.
This week, you see, my hand has been itching and itching. And according to my superstitious mom, that itchy hand means money is coming. Well, I got excited. Nevermind the fact that my whole body has been itching. I mean non-stop itching. I’ve had a rough flare up this week. Yet, my itchy hand was something to be excited about. I don’t cease to amaze myself with my oddly placed bits of optimism.
In this enthusiasm, perhaps even exuberance, I went ahead and wrote two posts yesterday. I never do that. Well, last time I did it was probably eight years ago. The funnier part, to me, is that I do not remember writing two pieces. I wrote about heroes and how you shouldn’t meet them. And, I wrote about giving a gentle “no” over an insincere “yes”.
With my hand on overdrive, I must have been mulling over concerns over authenticity or more pointedly, inauthenticity. It’s a pet peeve of mine. What’s that saying: it’s ok to be a phony as long as its authentic. Oh yes, indeed. Now show me the money!