Kick some arse. . .

It's so, so easy to be weighted down by those who say you aren't, can't, shouldn't, didn't.  It's toxic.  It's paralyzing.  And it's the death of growth, hope and creativity.  The more patina I acquire, the more I believe that if you never go out on a limb you'll always have an obstructed view.  (Copyright, TM, my fantasy lawyers will come after you.)  It may break, you may fail, you may experience some difficult losses.  But I love trees and I'm staying out on the limb.  When the fall comes, I'm gonna keep getting up off my arse, examining myself, learning from my mistakes and finding a new limb.  It's harder to get back up sometimes, but it's always worth it.  Now more than ever.