Bearding III (Can't buy me love)

Guess what I learned today? I love life more than I love money. I haven’t posted in awhile, and I’m sorry. It wasn’t because I forgot or was neglecting bearding. In fact, I was bearding so hard, I didn’t even have time to write about it. I’ve been going back and forth for awhile now about “should I take the job” or “should I keep bearding”. I’ve received countless emails asking me what I’m going to do and I’m happy to answer that I am not taking the job. I may not have to fullest beard, or the longest, but I might have the most expensive.
Some of you reading think that I am irresponsible in not taking the job. Some of you are clapping your hands and yelling cheers of joy at your computer screen. Me, I’m just happy to be bearding again. Yes, I’m discouraged that it has been so hard me to get going with this thing, but this is all part of the bearding experience. This is our culture and this is how we treat men with beards. We make it hard for them to get jobs and we tempt them with razors and wealth. If we aren’t trying to get them to shave, we are trying to isolate them in coffee shops and record stores. Talk about another band I’ve never heard of, arrogant-music-guy. Play another folk song, street-guitar-dude. Prepare another latte, over-eager barista. But do not venture out. Stay in your patchouli and incense-soaked poncho haven, never realizing that the world is yours.
I’m back on track with bearding. I have about a week’s growth right now. I know that it probably sounds like a broken record to you, but a week’s growth is the wall, it’s the starting point that most men never get passed. I feel like an addict trying once again to kick that bad habit I have. I’m sorry if it feels tedious and slow-going. Trust me; I’m more disconcerted by it than you are. You will be happy to know that Clay has not wavered in his bearding devotion at all. He has not journaled much of late, but I can only assume this is because he is out living the life of a happily bearded man.