I am so grateful for having a mind that can be changed. - Andrea Gibson

My last day as My Own Worst Enemy will be December 31st 2020. In my final two weeks I will:
1) Fire my inner critic, or at least demote it to part time
2) Assure my passions have the tools they need to unionize with my actions
3) Sit naked on the photocopy machine so there are one hundred copies of my ass to kiss when I’m gone.

Though I suspect it won’t bode well for acquiring a positive referral letter, it’s important I state that I’m unwilling to train a replacement in this position. It is my suggestion that the job be eliminated altogether, and that no future person take on the task.

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems.
Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

But when we wake we can’t call up the dead and say,

“Sorry, we were looking the other way.