Doing right. More often than not.

Sometimes I say and write things. That maybe I shouldn’t have. That’s a risk. Of being impulsive. Thing is. Too often I say  stuff. For effect. In good humor. And it comes back to haunt me. Hard to tell. Whether I’m trying to be funny or serious. I don’t even know what I meant. Originally.  But in the end, it really doesn’t matter. Because I let myself flow. Naturally. And I don’t care. If I am liked or disliked. My friends like me. And I like them. That’s good enough. I don’t expect everyone to like me. That’s their right. All I care about. Is liking myself. For doing the right thing. More often than not.  --Jim Broede