When I look back and reread some of my posts, I fight the desire to cringe. I’ve become quite boring over the years.
I talk about my chickens, sustainability, road trips, writing, and I even penned poetry about some wild turkeys I befriended a few years back. It’s white-knuckle stuff, I know, but it’s dull. I’m dull. What happened to me? Don’t say it’s an aging thing because I’m not there yet.Continue reading “I’m Boring. Day 84.”