Atlas Shrugged

I shrug to write this post, but I feel compelled to do it. My stomach has been in knots and my mind in torment for days. Really it’s sad to think such a superficial and monetary concern could impact me as it has. But why lie, it has, and I’m sick with anger and grief. I have no control and little ability to affect the outcome of a huge opportunity lost. In my heart I believe a difference could have been made; but complacency and satisfaction bent me and I hate it. I want to jump out of my seat and charm it into existence and I believe I could, but it is too late.

I rarely pat myself on the back. I’d say I’m self deprecating really, but certainly not typical. My approach isn’t written in a book, but my experience is that victory is rarely written, it’s conjured, it just happens. The magic is in carrying more than your own weight.