We went to hear elizabeth smart last week and her words still haunt me. She survived nine months of kidnapping by a crazy man. A crazy man who kept her chained to a tree, in a tent, where he raped her and didn’t let her even shower. Nine months abuse at the hands of a lunatic.
As a teenage girl.
And her mum said to her, as she got outta the bubble bath- the first bath in nine months- he stole nine months from you. Don’t give him another minute.

Yeah. That.

How many minutes to you give to YOUR bogeyman? A significantly LESS clear and present bogeyman? I’d bet it’s entirely too much.
And he doesn’t deserve it. You deserve better. Your tribe deserves more of you, less of your fears. My #kooziemongercorporateassclowndouchecanoecatalogcarpetbombingtrunkslammerstalkergladhandguys are pretty damn harmless, compared to the nutscase in the robes with a teenage girl chained to a tree. They are flaccid charlatans, comparatively.

Let’s work on the space those nitwits wanna occupy, and fill it with greater things than they can imagine. Tighter tribes, better work, more interesting projects. Things that matter. Not ‘koozie of the day’ crapassery.
They are dead to me.
And I hope the guy in the robes has a nice time in the big house. Bet he’ll be popular in the joint.