I shoulda explain the title of this post.
I woulda written this post earlier this week, but I had other thoughts about other things I wanted to share, first.
I coulda told you about a poem I wrote last weekend, but there’s no time like the present.
Shoulda Woulda Coulda
Is not endorsed by Buddha.
Because I’m not Buddha, I shoulda woulda coulda every day about:
- feelings, and
- every other aspect of life.
I shoulda ask if you do the same.
I woulda taken more relevant photos yesterday, if I’d been more focused and mindful.
I coulda taken a better picture of last night’s blue moon, for sure.
I shoulda think of some good-enough music for this post-blue-moon post. I woulda included tunes I heard yesterday by Pat Metheny and Stephen Sondheim. I coulda share this classic, which I heard last night on the radio in a new (to me) version:
I shoulda woulda coulda rest my sore typing thumbs this weekend. Let’s see if I do.
I shoulda say, now, I’m not sure how others woulda and coulda order the words shoulda, coulda, and woulda.
Coulda I care about the perfect order? Shoulda I say? Woulda it matter?
What matters to me is if there’s anything you shoulda woulda coulda comment.
I shoulda thank Buddha, Tom Morello, Tennessee Ernie Ford (who coulda sing a mean version of “Sixteen Tons” by Merle Travis I loved when I was young), the moon, my thumbs, all those who helped me create today’s post, and I woulda be a very ungrateful blogger if I didn’t thank you.