In 2008, an interesting book emerged like an abbreviated anecdote to society’s under-whelmed sense of hope entitled, “Not Quite What I Was Planning.” It’s a collection of 6-word memoirs to sum up lives:

“My reach always exceeds my grasp.” 

“More than yesterday. Less than tomorrow.” 

“Once was blind. Now I see.” 

“Made a mess. Cleaned it up.” 

“It was worth it, I think.” 

It’s become an additive cliff-noting commentary for own observations:

I can make awkward look effortless.

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