It is very good to be me
And you are very good looking. Very very good looking I'd say
Lean in so that I might lick your forehead with my scratchy velvet tongue of Yes
And unleash my loud sniffs of Inquiry upon your beingness
And of course so that you may breathe in the delectable umami of my Baby Wallaceness . . .
Be like me, Baby Wallace, and lay down your swords of No, find a place to take a pause of Whatever right in the midst of chaos, or a so-called crisis, leaving the crazy people to spin their crazy, you just scoot away and lalalalalalalala
Be like me, Baby Wallace, and always always know how very very good looking you are
Welcome to your Monday, Tribe of Yes . . . don't forget to smell the umami . . .