Been planning on working out in the new year.
At least an hour, five days a week. Just need to have the proper motivation.
Dozen doughnuts after each workout.
Bad (an acrostic poem)
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Ready (an acrostic poem)
Relaxing against the wall, he watched his classmates convulse on the dance floor
Everything that night had been disastrous. First, his date ditched him
And she decided to slow dance with the person who used to be his best friend
Drinking his punch, he wondered what could possibly happen next, but then he laughed
Yes, he knew what was going to happen next. His master plan was working perfectly.
Fate (an acrostic poem)
Focusing on the end game
Actively working to achieve one’s goals
That work mitigating the necessity of luck
Embracing you are responsible for your own…
Nap (an acrostic poem)
Need to get more sleep?
Add some quick snoozes during the day
Perhaps not when driving or working though
Quarter (an acrostic conversation)
“Questioning what I do will cost you more.”
“Uh, why do you say that?”
“As you waste my time asking me, the expert you hired, stupid questions, my price goes up.”
“Reasonable, but that isn’t a good working relationship.”
“This isn’t a coworker situation. We have an employer-employee situation.”
“Except that always ends in a toxic work environment. We need to have a de-escalation training.”
“Really? You think that? I quit! You can take your two bits and shove them!”
Note: two bits = 1 quarter
Bet (an acrostic poem)
Being able to double down on his wager
Enabled him to make a possible life-changing venture
The chances of this working out might be small, but this was his time
Chop (an acrostic poem)
Cutting wood and working up a sweat
He fell into a rhythm that made the job almost pleasurable
Only his hands, his back, and his arms would claim otherwise
Perhaps it wasn’t pleasurable at all
Industry (an acrostic poem)
It all started with a glimmer of an idea
Not anything big, barely something you could see if you squinted
Dim as it was, someone saw the importance of it
Under their careful eyes, the idea grew and grew
Soon there was a prototype, then first generation
That morphed into a product that they could be proud of
Releasing it into the world to see how it would be received
Yet already working on what would come next
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Tread (an acrostic poem)
The sensation of someone’s foot stomping down on her was all too real
Reducing her to a bundle of pulsating overstimulated nerves
Even getting out of bed on those days was met with dread
And yet she kept working on surviving day after day
Damned if she wasn’t willing to bite back
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Dire (an acrostic poem)
Dreading what it might mean, Buck headed to HR
It didn’t make him feel any better that his supervisor told him not to worry
Reality was Buck was unsure of how much he wanted to be working there
Everything might be for the best if they canned him
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