#12: You can tell yourself that 365 somethings will happen.
You can swear against the interruptus that is; hold yourself accountable for future somethings, and nothings, and everythings. In fact, I encourage it. I’ve always had a thing for failure.
For once, I’m just glad my excuse is that I have been living.
Between us chickens, the actual pursuit of life is heady, man. Real heady.