Each morning a zombie rises, moaning, and groaning it stumbles downstairs to its laboratory. The zombie staggers to the coffeepot. Flailing arms create splashing water, and coffee grounds litter the countertop 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 book a seat 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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nice post and you get up and cross the water and deliver great posts.. well done!! ❤️ Cindy
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Ha. Thank you Cindy. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙏💗
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😂 you are so welcome!! Loved-:)!
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Enlivening. Thanks for that quote; I’ll be using that today.
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I am glad you found it useful, Cathy. Happy sailing. 😊⛵
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I know I must cross that sea… but not quite yet! I need to drink in the salty atmosphere first…
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Yes, I understand. I must have my coffee before I am going anywhere. Enjoy the moment. 😊💗
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Thank you for sharing. 💕🙏💕
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Thank you for sharing. 🧟♀️☕
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Always happy to read and share your posts, My Dear!
xoxo
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