Today was a day best spent inside. Winds were blistering and howling…bags, signs, even port o potties were left flipped and blown.
No one had a choice in how the wind behaved, including my well coiffed hair. As I watched so many random objects become victim to the wind’s submissive power, I smiled.
In this moment, in this mission, I cannot be blown off track. I know. Prepackaged. But sincere.
I will fight against temptation. I will push against fatigue. I will even sacrifice some good hair days.
As I met with customers and traveled through the city, I felt crisp. Sharp. I felt compelled. No longer random.
Shhhh...A secret. I feel like I have been let in on something only a select few are privied to. Don't worry. I won't tell.
I'll let my results do the talking.
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AS YOU FIGHT TEMPTATION, I EMBRACED IT! THE WIND HAD A WAY OF BLOWING ME TO THE OLIVE GARDEN! I DID NOT MAKE IT TO THE GYM.
ReplyDeleteI'LL LET MY RESULTS DO THE TALKING!!!!! THIS SIMPLE STATEMENT SPOKE VOLUMN TO ME, INDEED, I TOO NEED TO SACRIFICE MY PLEASURES TO GET THOSE RESULTS! WE CAN DO THIS!!!! IMAGINE, I JUST WANT TO WALK, SO PLEASE DRAW FROM THAT TO FIGHT ANY NEGATIVES THAT TRY TO REAR THEIR UGLY HEADS!!!
EMLEE, YEAH FOR YOU!!!!!
REMEMBER FORM IS EVERYTHING!!!!! HA! HA!
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