Should I?

Hmm, considering posting a poem I wrote last summer. Hmm, considering being vulnerable to my readers. Hmm, contemplating sharing a delicate thought with you. Hmm, instead going to tell you what it's like to live on a sunny, inviting lake while you're unemployed.

Job hunting in Austin didn't pan out. Granted, patience lacked. The lake beckoned. Work ethic did not. Inevitably, I met strangers on a boat on Lake Travis as I "happened" to be standing nearby the shore, geared up in a bikini and equipped with adrenaline. I was treated to a wakeboarding lesson resulting in my mastering of the get-up process on first try. Crossing the wake was another story. But that's okay. Mastering two techniques was my goal and I repeatedly grounded getting up and...face planting. Minus the water in my brain, launching spreadeagle through the air still attached to the boat even though I left my board 15ft back gives me quite a feeling of accomplishment. Who said I was uhnpraduckdiv?