543 Day Writing Journey

I’m Boring. Day 84.

I worked a concert for Buck Cherry once selling T-Shirts and other merch.

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.

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