Got Caught With My Pants Down & My Ink Dry? What Is My Next Move?

When The Jig Is Up…

When caught, you have one chance and one smart choice.

Fall on your sword, come correct and confess. Get it over with and get on with it.  You better be sincerely-sincere.  If you Run silent-Run-Deep, pretend-sorry, spit excuses or blame, you’re screwed.

In that spirit…

Seppuku City

I must confess.  My time and attention have strayed.  My sensibilities about commitment and responsibility have been seduced by the  muse of Christmas Spirit, Family Warmth, Holiday Cheer and New Year Celebration.

Confession

What I shoulda done.  What I’m supposed to do.  What I’ve committed to do.  What I love doing, although at times it’s painful.  Painful as in, tortured- amateur-writer-questions-his-ability-to-write-anthing-worth-a-crap (get a life Ken) painful.  What I shoulda done, is have an original thought to post.  Something of value.  Something worth reading…and maybe sharing.

Instead, I have this.  My sincere apologies. No excuses.  No complaining. No blaming.  A short explanation to add context and jump start the healing process.  I see the error of my ways.  I will strive to do better and not let it happen again. My bad, please forgive my misfire. Etc., Etc….

Thank You, Happy New Year and Cheers.

I appreciate you in many ways and at unexpected times.

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