Veni

It's hard, leaving things to chance. When you know you only have one life and one shot to make it work. Because as Marc and Angel put it, when our hands and minds and hearts work together, magic happens. And as long as you believe in that, you continue wanting to put yourself out there to push the boundaries.

The fear that you might feel, but in that fear, is exhilaration. The feeling like you're truly living.

Knowing that there will be long nights, and hard work, and an even steeper learning curve, and more difficult clients, and that some nights you will feel like quitting. Yet despite knowing all that, you still step out and head there anyway, with nothing but blind trust that you will make it in the end.

Thinking to yourself wryly, "Everything will be all right in the end. So if it's not all right, it's not the end."

Wish me luck, I feel like Caesar going on his Veni phase, minus the knife in the back.
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This aspect of my personality tends to manifest in other areas of my life as well, for example, the arena of Christmas present-giving between couples. I really don't want someone else to waste money on something I don't use. Past experiences have usually been fine, but with a new guy and all, especially one with a dubious sense of taste, I'm not taking any chances.

Me: So what am I getting for Christmas?

Him: Of course I'm not going to tell you.

Me: Hmm, is it a bag? *chews on grapes while lying on back staring at the ceiling*

Him: Can you please not guess?

Me: But guessing is fun!

Him: Leave me alone!

Me: No, I won't! If i leave you to your own devices, you will end up with something purple and furry and think it's the new black. By the way, I don't want a watch.

Him: *growls*

Me: *turns to look at him and pops the last grape in my mouth* You mean I'm getting a watch?

Him: Can you stop!??!?! *exasperated*