Why I Decided to Follow Kathy

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I’d like you to see a message of hope and laughter.

It’s just after six-thirty on Monday, August 2nd, and I am minutes from heading to the gym for the morning torture.

Okay okay, I LIKE working out but my knees are barking at me because I barked them very hard on an aerial silks mat three weeks ago. I’ll get back to that in a sec.

This morning I saw this purposefully click-baity title (purposeful, as in funny) by Kathy Copeland Padden and had to read it. I am so glad I did:

Hmm, I Think I’ll Write Some Doom and Gloom Clickbait

I saw this seconds after blocking someone who dumped stinking diarrhea all over an article I had done. Two sentences in and we’re done here, Sparky. BLOCK.

I am sorry that young man has absolutely no coping skills, no resilience, no fucking sense of humor. Kathy does.

Look, I spend my fair share of time reading smart people who point out the world’s ills and what might be done about them (Jessica Wildfire for one) and lots of folks whose smart, lyrical, thoughtful writing adds value to my day, makes…