Each morning a zombie rises, moaning and groaning it stumbles downstairs. The zombie staggers to the coffeepot. Water splashes, coffee grounds litter the kitchen like confetti on New Year’s Eve. It grumbles and waits, then fills a cup with wake-up juice. A sip of the black witch’s brew and the transformation begins. My eyelids separate, the world comes into focus and I see my goals on the horizon.
I consider my options. I could swim, build a boat, rent a wave runner, find a ferry, or buy a ticket on a private jet. The exact method is whichever one moves me forward, advancing me closer to my goal. I know I must act because I am not content to stand on the shore and dream.
How will you cross the sea?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Jo Hawk 
First, you need to know your destination and I don’t have a clue. So perfectly happy to stand and watch the tide…
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Ha, It does help to know where you are going, and standing on the shore can have its own reward. Hope you have a great day.
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You too, Jo…
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Great post, love the description and so true, gotta leave the shore! I am still in zombie mode presently. 🙂
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I’m not a morning person, but I am willing to share a cup of coffee. ☕☕ Here’s to a fabulous day.
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Happy Halloween, Charles. 🎃🍂🍁👻☠
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