I know what it means to say no

So lately I have been in brainiac
sweet loving mode. Not because I am convinced I am on a secure path to
success, but because I am taking better steps towards those ventures
these days.

I realized I never tried to be better than anyone, or more importantly,
myself, because I like to dole the advice out without following it,
apparently.

I am considering taking this underling assistant to a headhunter
position in Manhattan. Pakistani based IT Consulting and I would be the
common liaison, taking them out lunch meetings to discuss needs and
expectations and whatnot.

I think it should be good. I have enough subscriptions to so many
magazines that I will always have something to talk about. And writing
is a nice exercise for the catharsis of thinking that things are one
way but realizing they are completely the opposite. I am writing a
book, a task though daunting, remains a necessary step to the next
level. The production level where t-shirt lines and Costa Rican living
are a reality because I can. And the things I do touch will turn into
gold one day. Though all we can do as people is not overthink it all.
Just feel it up, fuck it up when necessary, and keep your eyes wide
open.

I seek good though, and open my arms up to anything that may be
considered worthy and worthwhile towards my ambitions. Squirrel money
away for a year and make it easier to do those things I know are
necessary to my forward development, to my survival.

I suppose it’s easy to paint pictures of what you want. These qualities
I have been faced with but sat completely paralyzed to the
survival  of the lust. Eager fucked up lust, sure. But still,
there is something about someone wanting you, but being cautious enough
to read your body, a simple check of, I acknowledge.

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