
I had a frenemy once
and she would say she was going to Egypt because she liked D-Nile. I always respected her humor and courage. She got the promotion that I wanted. This is
why she was my frenemy. In retrospect,
I did not deserve the promotion because she had been there longer. In addition,
she was prettier and skinnier then me, and partied with the manager. That
would have been the reason; it could not have been my fault. That I just did
not live up to the job. Maybe we should
all live in D-Nile so we can get through the day.
So maybe, sometimes I should put it out there, you
know honestly look at myself. Turn it around look at it from all side, check
under the hood, kick the tires and then put it back. After all, completely looking at it all at once is a heart attack/anxiety attack just waiting to happen. If I can take it
in small steps, just inch my way to the truth, and then do something about it one-day
at a time, I would make some headway, but for most days, it is best to be at
the D-Nile laying in the sun and listening to the sounds of nature