I Fck Sht Up

I Fck Up

Yes. Yes I do.

I really do…

And sometimes the only right adjective is four letters.

Sorry, not sorry. 😆

The other day someone told me:

“Your such a nice guy.”

I said, “WTF—ever!”

You just don’t know!

And she doesn’t…

I fck sht up.

Really, I do.

I’ve been to jail.

I’ve done bad things.

So many.

Too many.

I’ve owned successful businesses… only to f*ck ’em up.

I’ve worked for three national companies in sales and management… only to f*ck ’em up too.

I’ve had some really good women in my life…

And f*cked those up too.

I’ve had a lifetime of mistakes and a whole lot of woulda, coulda, shouldas.

But you know what?

It’s okay.

I learn from my mistakes.

Sometimes…

When you lose something or someone special, it hurts more than you could ever hurt someone else.

It’s a deep pain.

It’s so hard to get past.

I may never get over some of these things…

And that’s okay.

I won’t do that again.

I learned my lesson.

Then I bounce back.

Like a boomerang.

That’s funny…

I had to throw in a hint. 😉

You know that’s my new book.

I’m A Boomerang.

Anyhoo…

Yeah.

I fcked sht up.

A lot.

And sometimes it’s been every damn day.

And again…

It’s okay.

It’s fine.

I’m fine.

I’m going to choose to quit looking back—

and act like that rearview mirror is gone.

I’m only looking forward.

And I guess maybe…

I am becoming a nice guy too.

Have a nice weekend. ❤️