any of the jobs that have paid me too little to wear down my feet and knees.
the colleges i never tried to attend but that now in hindsight reek of opportunity.
the people who never answered my query emails.
my mom and dad. i let them off the hook. run. run. before i change my mind.
the famous screenwriter who yelled at me when i was 19 trying to get a read.
the magic of what i felt when i did it and did it well.
