how to hide an elephant in plain sight

And so begins a year of random and surely misguided thoughts committed to paper; more or less.
Or, how I spent 2018 … and the joy following through on a commitment to yourself brings.

Introducing my scattered non-mansplain'n brain
And so it is with the loftiest of goals I undertake to commit to taking pen to paper (metaphorically as I suspect most attempts will fall to fingers on keys) at least once a day.
Getting Started there is a plan to this daily foray into self abuse and exposure to ridicule and this plan is as follows.
1: Awake daily (as I age this becomes more a more daunting task than one might imagine)
2: Fall or crawl out of bed
3: Drink coffee
4: Read daily Buddhist lesson
5: Poop, wash face & brush teeth *Note to self,  do NOT get this series of actives muddled in any fashion*
6: Do some Yoga asana, chanting and/or pranayama.
7: Take up laptop and proceed to BE FUCKING BRILLIANT!

The rest of it all be a walk in the park well perhaps the coffee and poop part. Even the Meditation and Yoga bit is within my well measured reach, having done this before.
It is the BE FUCKING BRILLIANT bit that is daunting.
So with this in mind, I will endeavor to apply myself to create according to these 365 prompts.
Wish me luck universe I'm gonna need it.

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