Let it rain, I’ve got clarity anyway

I think better when I’m naked.

Some of the clearest moments in my life, some of the most defining decisions have come when I’m buck ass, damn right I’ve got a biscuit butt, naked.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve made a lot of very bad decisions while in the buff, but that’s another story for another day.

What I’m saying, muchacho, is that I think more clearly when I have a clear view of my stuff.

Now, in the old days, this didn’t always apply. Youth, inexperience, hormones, and alcohol contributed to some questionable thinking on my part. However, in recent years (epecially the last eleven months), the only time I get any real peace is when I’m in the shower. Some may say it is the solitude, but I think it has something to do with being naked. Regardless, I think better.

So, while sudsing my buns the other day, I had what alcoholics (quit your finger-pointing) call a moment of clarity.

I’m wasting my life.

Despite how depressing that may sound, it was actually a welcome revelation. As I rinsed off, I felt like Mr. Clean with a little more hair.

I stepped away, avoiding the always precarious slippery floor, with a few axioms by which to live the next few months of my life:

1) Live your life, work your work, and keep the two at a goodly distance so they don’t get in a dog fight.

2) Stagnation is for cess pools and people who don’t give a damn. You, at the very least, give a damn. So, act like it.

3) Be a friend to friends, but make sure you know who your friends are.

4) Excuses are for sick school children.

5) Live.

So, thereya go.

Now, I’m off to investigate the employee handbook and what it says about appropriate attire in the workplace. If I can get by with sitting naked at my desk, I may just do it.