I'm movin a$$ backwards wit no forward progress

I was taught trust in the law but still tie up your camel
Use your tongue as your sword and your books as your ammo

-Beanie Sigel, "I Can't Go On This Way"

This has been one helluva week. A lot of back and forth. A lot of traveling throuhgout the city. A lot of meetings. A lot of handshakes. A lot of quarters. A lot of emotion.

And it's supposed to snow about 4-8 inches on Friday. Hmmm. But that's only a dusting so it's whatever.

I got a chance to play some ball again tonight and my thumb is still throbbing from last week's hyperextension.

Apparently, the discussion witht the youth in Cambridge s gonna have to be shelved due to some complications with filling out CORIs and response times or some shT like that. The dud is necer around that I need to connect with when I call, so oh well. Maybe we'll get it right eventually.

In other news, Project Hip-Hop is in the midst of its donor appeal. I submitted the addresses of several close friends. It'll be interesting to say the leats if any of them actually get the letter and actually donate. That would be fly. But it's all just a fantasy for now. I'm trying my best to be as involved as I can be. But there's definitely room for improvement. Hopefully, we get some good help from donors looking to exercise their charitable giving for the year before Christmas hits. That would be dope.

I attended a mixer for the alma mater's Black Alumni Association. Very small turnout. Very small. But I know there's potential. I already have some shT in mind, but then each time I dream, I realize that spreading myself too thin would be counter-productive to the cause. Pick a cause. Time to cut the skinny and focus.

Speaking of focus. I printed out my application from Feb for the program that didn't accept me. The goal; have a new draft of the essay with tangible focus and vision by Sunday night. Disclaimer: 3 AM on Monday is still considered Sunday night in my book. Time to make some forward progress and get across the goal line...