Fail, fail, fail, fail, succeed

Here’s a Painful Revelation

My timing has always been bad. Exquisitely bad. Spectacularly bad, if you will. So bad it’s funny in a tragic sort of way. Of course that depends on your perspective.

Tragic funny works for me.

In retrospect, the only thing I ever really got right was meeting and holding onto my wife. That part I didn’t fuck up.

The apex of my gloriously failed music career was starting a record label just at the point it became normal and easy to steal music. Yeah, trust me. I know. No need to say it. I sucked at marketing anyway.

My timing with nursing? That actually worked out OK. Go figure. Turns out I was pretty good at it. Still am, I think.

And now I’m writing. Feels right. Nice to learn how to do something new at 65.

Mental note: I’m not dead yet.