Life goes on

Living and working as a plucked one is a moving on process. Now that I know how to make trail ducks, I will keep making them. Since I have failed as much challenge as I have ventured into, I will keep on and keep trying.

I wish I had the serenity of my late friend Priscilla who lived on a borrowed heart for about eighteen years. We talked about the desert and the desert flowers that abound in spring. It's almost spring and I promised to myself to go back to more than blogging whether I fucked up another attempt to   climb a mountain that would let me soar a little more. I promised myself to work on my humility virtue with my self-esteem intact and strong no matter what. (Look, I am posting this blog for myself and if anyone ever reads this, don't ask me to explain.)