Paralyzed, or uncomfortably numb.

I don't know which...

So, in addition to pissing off judges, I actually have a life, and I’ve written about some of it here and on my other Substack,

Profane Ponderings

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I wish I had kept count over the last year of how many people wanted me to train them in the ways of ADA Advocacy, in my style.

And, I have an entire course that I’ve put out before, and can improve upon currently, and yet, I can’t find the kick-off point.

I’ve worked through most all of the deep thought and analyzation concerning the loss of my family. I’m not situated like most people, and I’m relatively unencumbered by life’s usual points of attachment.

But…

I’m paralyzed, psychologically. Oh, I’m still helping clients, and still coming into the courts with the authority of the ADA, but I really need to transition into a bigger role, and train others how to do what I do.

And it’s like doing an ice plunge for the first time. I can’t work up the gumption to get this out. GAHHHHHH.

At least I’m still collecting WTF moments.

P.D., Jay V. Shore