A Kick to My Back Side

Turns out the Joke is on Me

Yesterday I posted a frivolous scribble. Nothing much was on my mind, yet I needed to publish something in order to make check a box on the “to do” list. This morning, I woke up with an AHA. That sardonic, sarcastic, and cynical stance lurking in the background stands in the way of the enthusiasm, and exuberance with which I desire to live out my elderhood or stage three of this particular go-around on planet Earth.

Could the joke be on me? Was I posting a message to myself?