Gettin my swagger on…

     Let me tell you about my swagger.  I spent the better part of the last eight years, working in bars and strip joints, treating my body like a truck I didn’t like very much.  I worked on not enough sleep, too much caffeine, too much nicotine, and reprehensible nutrition, because there was something that I believed the industry had to offer.  What I found out, after leaving the business, was that I had gotten the best of it, a long time ago.  I learned to swagger.  Swagger can also be referred to as strut.  It’s the attitude that draws people to you.  It’s a confidence that should come from somewhere inside you.  After living in my parents house for the last three months, I finally realized what I’ve been missing.  I now know why I’ve been feeling so off-balance.  I walked away from the strip joint; and, in my haste, forgot to pack my swagger.  I have been the guy with the silver tongue and the million dollar handshake for a long time.  Just because I stopped hustling men out of their life savings, doesn’t mean I had to give up my hustle.  I’ve decided to put my swagger on, and be that guy.  You can’t hold that guy down.  He’s larger than life, and doesn’t get hung up on his own short comings.  He’s too strong to be beaten, even by himself.  He has an intensity that burns so hot, he seems to radiate heat.  He lives his life strategically.  He’s that guy that you’ll wait in line to talk to, because he knows the answer; and because he really talks to you.  He can divine your need in a way that makes you wonder if you told him out loud, and he always delivers.  He has a cool that he doesn’t put on.  It’s a part of him… Who he is.  This will be the first in a series, dedicated to the retrieval of my swagger.

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