OF A GOLDEN AGE

this weekend at home, my dad introduced me to a concept that obviously exists in my life but that i’d never put a name to before.

c.y.a.: cover your ass.

he was using it in reference to my writing job, where my boss has been a little irresponsible and then tried to shift some blame to me. but really, this is my new motto. when i often get that feeling like i’m a six-foot-tall bull in a china shop, i know this philosophy is right — maybe being more conscious of my actions will help me learn to c.y.a.

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