The final sighting of calm skies right before the last wave in a perfect storm, a sight I see over and over in my mind. I once stated becoming official was count down to break down. The waters appear to be soo calm when it was something like a boo. Don't get me wrong, I love the little lady, adore her actually; but I'm still humane, full of imperfections. I have an ideal concept of the man I aim to be one day and I pursue the blueprint daily, but as any project manager knows- plans are filled with voids, and hidden obstructions.
I have a great insight on the game. I have learned from the best, and trial-and-error. I understand the game and what it means to officially give up the game. I am willing to do that, to give up the game is a part of every man's longterm initiatives. Now conversations are shorter, answers and resolutions are unconceivable. Its easy to say nothing is bothering, but if a negative vibe is seeping through your pores, then I can't help but to ignore it. Keeping it real, and no games was the contract we signed on day one. The sky is so calm but that last wave is peaking amongst the horizon. Well I tighten up my belt, before I ask for help so I'm prepared fully for the last wave. I plan to survive it though, you feel me!?!?
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