this morning #1987.

this morning, not gonna lie. expectations are high. usually, i’m not one to dream too big. dad always said, “stick your head out too far & it may get chopped off.” at the moment though, it looks like i’m on track for a win so i’m staying optimistic about the outcome. fingers & toes crossed. for now at least, i’m going to play the part. dress for success. i took out a pressed shirt. my pinstripe suit. italian leather shoes. need to find my blue tie. style. for most of my drive to the meeting, the lights remained green. full speed ahead. i arrived so early that i had a full fifteen minutes to sit in the car & reflect. it’s nuts. in an hour, my life will likely change. i whispered ten times before i went inside: “i deserve this.” mostly without doubt.