Waffles and I pranced through our little neighborhood. The melting snow muddied the grass and flashed me back to 2015 in college. Spring residency in Vermont meant the ground became gravied mashed potatoes for the unbrushed teeth of your shoes.
As messy as it sounds, I fell in love there.
Remember, folks: You are good enough. Forgive me for the platitude, but do what you love. If that involves just getting by with a simple job, phase out the noise. You do you. Personally, I'm a risk-taker. One thing I've learned from writing in college: no risk, no reward. That's for me. Like soundtracks, we all have our own creeds and thoughtful introspective words. What are yours?
Let's keep up the exercise and promotion of unsoiled money via crypto. Also, find a reason to smile, and remember to give that gift to someone else.
Be well, Steemians.
