odds
Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. - Soren Kierkegaard
Always outnumbered, always outgunned. The odds might be stacked, but that's never been a deterrent. The challenge is welcome.
Post-college in Buffalo, lucky if I had forty dollars in my wallet. Working the McJob for rent, bills, gas, and the next six pack and Chinese take-out order. But I had ideas, and sketched a plan, and off I went across the country to San Francisco to attend film school. Fifteen hundred dollars to my name. The student loan came through, and a job and a place to live followed. I spent over three years there. I succeeded, against the odds and the expectations of other people.
Off to New York City in mid-'97. This time with a few grand to get started. The apartment came quickly, and work a couple months later. Ten years and a couple jobs and a few emotional trials and tribulations later, a new transition. New circumstances, new possibilities. Oh, I remain rooted here in New York, for now. But the book. My book. It's coming. How will potential readers react to it? What about the reviews? How will it sell? Will the promotion plans and the PR firm help spread the word of Ache like a meme?
I've done it myself for so long. Now there's help. Support. It doesn't mean it's going to be easy. It means it lowers the odds.
Yeah, there's those odds again. Here I sit on a muggy Sunday afternoon and I smirk as I write this. Then I have to smile as the reality sinks in and takes hold. The challenge actually makes me happy.
Outnumbered. Outgunned. So what? I'm ready.
Always outnumbered, always outgunned. The odds might be stacked, but that's never been a deterrent. The challenge is welcome.
Post-college in Buffalo, lucky if I had forty dollars in my wallet. Working the McJob for rent, bills, gas, and the next six pack and Chinese take-out order. But I had ideas, and sketched a plan, and off I went across the country to San Francisco to attend film school. Fifteen hundred dollars to my name. The student loan came through, and a job and a place to live followed. I spent over three years there. I succeeded, against the odds and the expectations of other people.
Off to New York City in mid-'97. This time with a few grand to get started. The apartment came quickly, and work a couple months later. Ten years and a couple jobs and a few emotional trials and tribulations later, a new transition. New circumstances, new possibilities. Oh, I remain rooted here in New York, for now. But the book. My book. It's coming. How will potential readers react to it? What about the reviews? How will it sell? Will the promotion plans and the PR firm help spread the word of Ache like a meme?
I've done it myself for so long. Now there's help. Support. It doesn't mean it's going to be easy. It means it lowers the odds.
Yeah, there's those odds again. Here I sit on a muggy Sunday afternoon and I smirk as I write this. Then I have to smile as the reality sinks in and takes hold. The challenge actually makes me happy.
Outnumbered. Outgunned. So what? I'm ready.
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