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One step behind

1. I don't like to ask for help. 2. Learning interests me. 3. Doing it myself interests me more. I've taken up basic graphic design lessons. Free, online. Basic . For the sake of my own website. For the sake of other small businesses with a small marketing budget (if any!). I can make shapes and words. But I don't know the first thing about design. Techniques. Industry standards. Graphic designers seem to have somthing in their genes. Either you have design sense or you don't. I'm not sure it's anything that can be learned. Music, fashion, art ... I have no idea who's "in" or what's "hot". I'm not at the top of any list. Any field. Any category. I've always been a little behind the times. Behind the leaders. I've spent my life in the middle. Older brother. Me. Younger brother. I wasn't concerned with being second when it came to passing out cookies. I knew I'd get mine. "Second" wasn't a cau

Brothers

I miss brothers. Biological or fast friends, always the adventurous boys. Risking their lives to go faster. So certain of right now that tomorrow isn't even a care or thought. Willing to get a little closer to danger. To be first. Finding a way across the face of the falls just to be there, in the midst of it. Jumping to the next rock without knowing if it will move. Pushing their bodies, and their vehicles beyond limits to near breaking. Pulling me out of my safe, comfortable securities. Asking for more. Asking me to follow. Steady hand out-stretched to bring me along. I can't remember the last time I feared for my life. Or my heart beat faster than the river's flow. I miss brothers. Reminding me of childhood adventures: Curls & Crayfish