I don't think I'm dedicating Fridays to non sequitur rambles. At least, not yet, dear friendly readers. I'm afraid to make anything be set in stone about this blog, because once I do that I'm sure to sabotage myself. It's like when I pronounce that I shall lose so many pounds by such a date or start walking the Pacific Crest by such an age. Then, I don't. You would've thought at my age I had outgrown the fear of success.
Yes, I said it. Fear of success.
I'm fine with the knowledge that I might attempt something and fail. I just try again, if it (whatever that is) is something I really want or need to conquer. But, then, you may ask, will I continue to fail short because I won't want to succeed?
Maybe because I'm in the middle of doing it (whatever that is), I'm not spinning my wheels thinking about what may happen if I succeed. Hence, I make my designated finish line. Wanting and/or needing to accomplish the it (whatever that is) also plays a big factor to my not even questioning whether I want to really succeed. I just do it (whatever that is), and that's all there is to it.
I wonder if I just opened a can of worms for myself. But, worms are good for fish bait and for turning over the soil.
Psshhewwwww. It's time to get some sleep.
By the way, today is the seventh month since the husband and I shaved our hair. It's been a while since I've posted a photo of the growth. So, here you go. For those of you who don't know what our adventure is about, click over to here.
|The Husband Today and Seven Months Ago|
|Me. I kind of miss the feeling of having no hair.|
P.S. I've hooked up with the Friday Follow 40 and Over Blog Hop today. Head over to find some cool blogs to read.