Beam that bright smile and stand tall. Make the deal, shake hands, put your life on hold and start the gig. Work hard, take some risks and get your hands dirty. I’m in a never-ending marathon with myself; where the hell did I place that finish line anyway?
Go here, go there: Go everywhere. Thirteen months later – I’ve been there and done that, yet again and again. No more t-shirts please.
Parading the globe as the energizer bunny, I keep going & going. Yet, the motivation to carry on is beginning to wane. I’m exhausted and proud. But idle I’m not. I muster up the energy, cultivate and unearth more motivation and out the door I go. There’s no dawdling. No dilly-dallying the days away for me. I’m on a tour and already have the next one lined up. Starting the moment this one ends. Crap, I must be insane, probably more like mad.
But there’s no going back, there’s only one-way to go and that’s up, up and away!