I used to be coy about canvassing my achievements in the form of an annual retrospective. As my fingers hovered over the keyboard, I would hesitate: Surely such self-congratulatory regurgitations are the domain of the insecure or the narcissistic. Conversely, what if the people who are voraciously reading of my triumphs, have their own ambitions nobbled by the sheer weight of my accomplishments.
Good to hear you blowing your own trumpet for a change - spittle-sharing is gross - despite how inadequate I now feel. The only thing I did all year was mowed Lorne.
Good to hear you blowing your own trumpet for a change - spittle-sharing is gross - despite how inadequate I now feel. The only thing I did all year was mowed Lorne.
July was a good month!
Perhaps Tom Jones might have been a tad more interested in Delilah's reasoning than Neil Diamond. 🤔