Glaring mistakes are never as glaring as when I make them. But there they are. As a matter of fact those errors in due course often seem to have a glow all their own. Such as the gleam in the eyes of a googly eyed romantic such as myself. But as my past glares back at me I can only say it seemed like a good idea at the time.
So as I amble down the shimmering bike path of life I know the spicy carousel of my existence has been very good to me.
Yes, even the glaring omissions I see glowering at me from a distance. But they wouldn’t be omissions if I hadn’t omitted them.
I have had many imaginary conversations while planning ahead for meetings, dates, interviews, encounters, and general day to day appointments. But usually the other parties involved never cooperate and follow the script I have planned out in my head. That darn freewill will get you everytime.