Friday, 30 September 2011

sloppy is breaking a habit.

It would have taken me one minute to have turned off my phone. Taken out the battery. Leave it in the hotel room.

It's something ordinarily I do.

Today I got sloppy.

The phone came with me and where I thought I was in blissful isolation to focus on the task of delivery, my 'back pocket bum call' allowed the world to listen in.



This is about setting and living standards.
I am reminded that for the 1 finger on my hand that finds fault with others, 3 are pointing back at me...

Next week the phone stays off, alone and away.

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