I used to have all the reasons about why I couldn’t do things. I don’t have the network, I don’t have the money. I don’t think it’s the right time — that was a big one. I wasn’t lying, I was fully convinced of the reasons.
I think of the old as a husk, dry and brittle. Used up and mostly shucked from my body. Barely hanging on and ready to blow away when the breeze kicks up.
