I resisted and resisted, but I feel a need to justify this blog before it actually begins. Maybe I'm trying to prepare you, the reader, for the horrors that await. Perhaps too, I'm trying to convince myself. In the end, what I'm really trying to do, I think, is to lower the bar of expectations, really lower it.
Remember that birthday party at the local roller rink? The birthday boy brought his own roller skates so you knew a rousing game of limbo is imminent. The bar started high, you barely had to tilt your head. All of sudden it lowered way down. In slow motion, you saw the bar looming and the birthday boy sneering at your impending doom. You're decision? Under or Over? Under, and you might fall, getting kicked in the head by the skates behind you. Over, and the complicated hop-skip required might result in the bar getting caught in the not-so-comfortable-region down there.
The debate raged in your head, the bad 80's remix faded into the background...WUMP! The limbo bar nailed you in the gut and you spent the rest of the time sidelined with a slushy.
I don't want to be that person, again. And I don't want you to be that person. Let me be clear. This blog is about me. Me and the great story of life as I witness it unfold in the mundane ways it often does. In case the phrase "great story of life" confused you and caused the bar to inch upward, let me remind you again that this blog is about me. That should bring it back down, way down.
See you on the other side.
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