I think that I’m proficient at striking up a conversation. Situational comedy where no one knows what to say never made sense to me, because there’s always something to talk about. As decent as I may be, I was greatly overshadowed by someone else.
At the end of the day, it’s easy to reflect on the things that occurred. What went well, what went sidewise, and what didn’t. The fun of a new day is running headlong into it all, not knowing what’s going to happen. It’s especially fun in the transition seasons like spring. Continue reading “Mistakes Were Made”