I’m not Freshly Pressed anymore. I’m as wrinkled and dated as a vintage madras shirt.
Why would anyone want to be Freshly Pressed? It’s heartbreaking!
First, I noticed that an unusual number of people were reading my blog and congratulating me.
I didn’t realize right away, but strangers were virtually hugging me
and suddenly a whole crowd of people are liking me.
Apparently, I have become this woman-
And folks I’ve never seen before and won’t see again, are tossing these things at me!
I realized then, that when I stated that I didn’t want to be Freshly Pressed,
it was an open invitation to the Club Freshly Pressed!
I felt like SUPERWOMAN! Millions of people – counting on ME, ME, ME!
I entertain and make the day fresh and wrinkle free!
Soon, the tide recedes and I’m feeling a little flat.
Most everyone goes away to hug other Freshly Pressed Heroines.
Whose going to lift my spirits? I think I know the answer to that!
What happens when everyone disappears?
I feel like I ate seven dark chocolate candy bars and it’s two hours later.
I liked having hundreds of people reading my blog.
A few of you stuck around, though, at least for now.
I’ve decided I’m happy about it.
Getting your blog post Freshly Pressed isn’t for wimps.
Want to feel as though you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place?
Get Freshly Pressed!
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- Things to Consider about being Freshly Pressed (seapunk2.wordpress.com)