“Avoid the world’s and make your own,” I bluster.
Or try to bluster.
Truth be told, there are universal benchmarks my sputtering mind will never let me to reach. (And, have no doubt, that stings to high heaven.)
But I’m an ornery critter who when kicked out of one game, makes up her own.
So, haughtily I draw my own goal lines to cross.
There is always a challenge to be met.
Whether this is pitiful or brave, I’m too busy crossing my benchmarks to care.