Leap Year, huh? I’ll admit, it put a little pep in my step knowing that Saturday will be a once-in-four-years kinda day. It makes me want to write a check for no reason, just to jot down the date. I might bury some sort of time capsule (read: all my secrets) somewhere in Transmitter Park. Or maybe I’ll just mindlessly buy a bunch of lotto scratchers that I’ll ‘generously’ gift to friends under the pretense that we split the winnings 51-49. I don’t know what I’ll do, but I do know that what I’m doing here, both in this city and via this little project I have going, is trying to help you embrace every single day, in leaps and bounds.
Because who the hell knows what will happen in 4 years. Maybe we’ll realize the Mayan calendar wasn’t the smartest thing to base all of our days off of at all, or that painfully we can’t really believe in all that much because our country as a whole has the ability to put in office the equivalent, physically and mentally, of that Cheeto you found in the couch recently.
Embrace the weekend. Seize the day. Take the leap. All we have is now. And if you need a bit of direction or way too many words to encourage you to get there, well… I’m here. Just trying to move you, baby.
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