Choose Strategy.

 Why am I telling all of this? 

 

It feels like I'm screaming out loud.

I love that song by Ed Sheeran, it reminds me of my best friend. 

There are several reasons why I'm doing this. Allow me to list them below and perhaps it will be easier for yinz* to follow along. All along.  

 


 

Why I am telling all of this. A list. 

1. It would be way too long to put into a minor post on The Facebook or Twitter. 

2. I love to write and have tons of writing I've never edited nor shared. 

3. It's part of my REST strategy.

4. It's a strategy. 

5. To teach others what I've learned.

6. To be funny at some point. 

7. To be dramatical* at some point. 

8. To share the inner workings of a life that is complex. 

9. To finish something. 

10. To pass the time in this facility. 

11. To have something self-published I can actually use should I ever want to not self-publish.

12. To become a better editor.

13. To get people who are not normally readers to read more. 

14. To develop my skills. 

15. To be proud of something I did all my by myself, without the help of AI. 

16. To get my own place to live. 

17. To learn more myself.  

 

 *Yinz - A popular Pittsburgh term of endearment to address a group of people. 

* Dramatical - A popular word used amongst my closest friends because our friend Cyndie made it up twenty years ago and it should be in the dictionary under 'dramatic'. 



 

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