No Excuses

Telling jokes is hard. The time, effort and continued process analysis turns something fun into a trivial task. Impedance on the importance of life, just to attempt to bring elation to strangers. In most cases, failure.

I find more comfort in writing as opposed to stand up. But, no excuses, the show must go on. Enjoying the journey, tainted only by disaster and strike. The tide seems to turn. Seeing the crest begin to recede.

I complain little. I have a stable career, loving family and a fun hobby I work everyday to be productive. No excuses.