Day thirty-one, trim some fat Papa

Can we condense it some, maybe employ a little succinctness? 

All THAT in one sentence?

That was the initial plan, correct, to cut all the verbosity and fluff?

It was. 

Trim the fat with a boning knife. 

Like Hemingway trout fishing in Spain. 

Give it a go then.

OK.

Every day matters, every choice counts, every heart beat takes its meaning from the one that came before, practice mindfulness, commit to the process and say thanks a lot. And keep moving. 

Not bad. Not perfect either, but a good start.

I could have said half of that in a thousand more words or sixty short minutes. I could have brought in imagery of sea stacks, the changing tides and running on water-washed silicone sands. 

Yes, I know. Thanks. 

You are most welcome. 

But you're not done, are you?

No.

Finish then, go ahead. 

Alright, here goes: All this; I could be wrong. 

You're right. But you're also wrong.