Foe is a funny concept. 

By definition, it implies the existence of a secondary party to which there is hostility, yet often I find that my biggest foes are none other than myself.

I don’t claim to know everything. That should be a given. But regularly, I do not do what I know is ultimately best for me. Things I planned to do, things I need to get done,  get pushed to the side in favor of a brief, fleeting distraction. Commitments I have to myself that I bail on for a variety of excuses I no longer remember.

In this regard, I think I place others higher than myself.