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  • CHICORY FLOWER; BLOOMS FOR JUST A FEW HOURS

    I found myself suddenly fascinated with learning about Chicory after having drank some in my coffee today, same as I always do.

    They’re such an interesting flower, filled with so many uses and surrounded by so many myths. Despite being a weed, they’re not typically considered invasive, mostly because they tend to mind their business as they grow along the roadside.

    My favorite part, though, are the flowers of the chicory. They aren’t technically considered flowers; rather, each petal is its own flower, a smaller part of a larger “flower head” called a floret.

    For simplicity’s sake, they’re called flowers, and they tend to come up as the sun does, and close sometime early afternoon, after which they will shrivel up and fall off, where it’s then replaced by a new flower in another location the following day. That’s so fascinating, really, a flower that blooms only once for a few hours.

  • SPOT THE DIFFERENCE (I CAN)

    You know what I really, really, really adore? Spot-the-difference games. I can’t quite remember how good I was at “I Spy” since it’s been a few years since I’ve played that, but I’ve been killing these recent influx of indie horror games that require a keen eye for survival.

    Case in point: I’m On Observation Duty. I swear I’m obsessed with that game. Specifically the fourth one, since that’s when the developers found their mojo. The fifth one is basically a more advanced rendition of that, and I haven’t played the sixth game, but I’m pretty certain it’s just like the other two.

    Anyway, I’m incredible at those games, and that’s not a brag I can say lightly. Despite having…okayish hand-eye coordination thanks to having been drawing eighteen out of my twenty-one years alive (wow, when you put it that way…), I suck utter blowhole at video games. I just don’t have the independent usage of my hands in order to thrive at them. I have to use my hands together- you know, typing, etc…I can’t use my hands unless they’re doing the same task, or at least similar enough to trick my brain into thinking they are.

    So, I’m not super good at using WASD, and I really should switch over to using EASD, since the keys are closer, but then I can’t reach the shift button or anything…Anyway, you catch my drift. I usually blow at regular video games, which is why I’m finally in good ground when I have a game that requires none of that. That’s right, we’re taking hands out of the equation and focusing solely on the eyes.

    They don’t call me “Sly Eye Simone” for nothing…actually, they call me “Quicksilver Simone,” but I’m sure someone somewhere out there has noticed my penchant for observation.

    I’ve always had a natural inclination and thrill for noticing details. You couldn’t slip this shit past the FBI if you tried, which is why I sometimes still debate whether or not I should go work for them before I turn 35. I’ve solved enough party murder mysteries to be a candidate in the running.

    But I digress. Back to the video games. Anyway, after I played about twenty hours total of all the Observation Duty games (which, I know isn’t a lot, but gaming tends to fall to the wayside when I don’t have the time, and as a busy uni student, I tend to not have much of it), I started itching for more. Not that I was bored of it, or anything, but there aren’t too many games out there like it, even if there have been a recent influx of anomaly-based spot-the-difference games, like Alternate Watch or Caught on Camera. (And, while I was in the middle of writing this post, I actually ended up coming across another one called Anomaly Exit, which is similar in style to Exit 8, which actually had another game called Platform 8…maybe I’m just not looking in the right place, ironically…)

    Which leads me back to my latest obsession: That’s Not My Neighbor. Or That’s not my Neighbor, if you want to stylize it the way it’s written. I know I’m a few months late to the party, but it’s the thought that counts, not the price tag on the gift. Either way, this is exactly my cup of tea, and I’ll down it boiling hot if I have to. If there’s two things I love, it’s job simulator games and anomalies. And oh boy, do I love me some anomalies.

    This is exactly the kind of affordable entertainment I’ve already spent like four hours on, and I just bought the game two days ago. I think I’m a little too good at it, though. Other than the back-to-back Nightmare runs I made of the game (which really do require more trial and error), I have yet to get anything lower than an S ranking for the game, or even be killed by a doppelganger. Does that make it any less fun? Hell no! I never get the opportunity to say I can crush a game with ease!

    Of course, now that I’m outwardly bragging to the world that I’m good at it, that means I’m going to blow hard on it later, but I feel like I’ve earned my bragging rights. And it’s not like the game still isn’t challenging. You start doubting your judgements, start wondering if you’ve overlooked anything…It’s still no walk in the park! I’ve just developed a sort of confidence from it.

    Matter of fact, maybe I should go play some right now…it is summer break, after all.

    (And on the topic of this game, it first came on my radar after seeing it pop up on my Twitter timeline. Not the game itself, though, but the Milkman. Yes, the one who’s got several pairs of panties wet because he looks like an Americanized Sangwoo knock-off.

    Funny enough, I actually came across him several months before I even knew what this game was. YouTube decided to autoplay a short, and it was some FlipaClip-tier animation meme featuring his many forms. I had no clue who he was and was mostly annoyed that YouTube put it on my screen, so I paid it no mind until someone pointed out that THIS was the guy everyone was going crazy over for that brief period of time.)

    (I’m not saying I approve of it, but I understand.)

    (Edit: Holy fuck, I found a treasure trove of these things! I take back what I said- I’m as blind as a bat! I just wasn’t looking right at all!)

  • FIRST CONTEST (IT ENDS TONIGHT)

    The most exciting part about finishing any project is submitting it to contests. Yay!

    Last semester, I wrote a screenplay for my screenwriting class. I’ve mentioned it here before, I think on a few posts prior to this one, but I said I was going to submit it to a contest this year, now that I actually have a finished work to enter into something.

    And enter it I did! I sent it in earlier tonight, right before I went to an indie film screening for an hour (because I’ve been dying to have some new experiences, you heard?). I’d been reworking it a bit for the past couple of days, but I couldn’t really get into the zone, you know? After I printed it out and marked it up the old fashioned way, I was having a really hard time getting my brain to focus in the flow. I was trying to force it, it wasn’t working, so I stepped back for a few days until I felt like I felt it come back to me.

    I really wanted to submit it on the twelfth (aka yesterday), so I was delighted that I woke up out of whatever funk I’d been in the past week or so with the enthusiasm to write. Man, it felt good! I felt like my mind finally clicked into place. Maybe that’s what that feeling was- it was the imminent end of my miserable mood!

    I won’t know for a while whether I progress in the competition or not, but who cares! I’m just glad to have submitted it at all!

  • COMING TO AN END

    For some reason, it feels like something is ending soon. Like in a few days, something will come to a close.

    I was struck with the feeling just yesterday. It was a cool wave of calm that washed over me. I’ve felt this before, but it’s usually accompanied by panic or unease. This time, though, it’s all very factual. Very straightforward.

    It’s not really clear if the feeling is good or bad, it’s just…there. I think that aspect unnerves me more than anything, that I can’t really tell what it means.

    The strangest thing is that it’s an external feeling, but now that I’ve acknowledged it, it’ll turn out to be nothing. A warning that never comes to fruition is called exercising caution.

  • I FEEL BETTER ALREADY

    It’s strange what a day of sleep can do. Not a literal day. I only got three hours. But I am trying to say that a moment of rest can really refresh your mind, you know? It’s a little break from reality, a little step back so you can breathe and enjoy the bigger picture at an arm’s length.

    I always seek out two individuals when my heart feels wrought with grief, and that’s my mom and the Most High. For a while, I was concerned that I didn’t deserve to seek solace in Him since my mood had been so down, and because I was struggling to thank Him for what I already had, I didn’t deserve to turn around and ask for anything else.

    But understand that kind of mentality is all in my head, and that’s not really the way things are supposed to work out. You can seek comfort in the Most High both when you’re feeling up and down. To thank Him for your breath. To talk about your day. Never feel as if there’s nothing you can’t go to Him for.

    And really, all it took was one turn of a day. I’d been in that slump for a while now, but I think putting it all down on paper really helped me breath. My heart still clenches in mourning, though, even though I’m sad for something I’ve never had.

  • MY ACHING HEART

    I’ve been in a romantical mood as of late. I’m not quite sure where it came from, or why it came on so strongly, but it’s there and threatening to beat all my walls down.

    I think it started the other day, when my roommates and I somehow got on the topic of wedding rings, and suddenly we’re all scrolling through our phones and showing each other engagement rings we find pretty. I later kept that tab open to fantasize about it a little longer.

    Or maybe it’s the sudden uptick of couples on campus. I see people paired off in sets of two everywhere I go. I think it’s the spring weather. A lot of the time, I’ve come to find, that contributes to instances of a relationship. Holding hands. Leaning in close. Giggling and laughter. Even most of my friends have paired off.

    I’ve felt increasingly lonely lately. Usually I’m content with being alone, mostly because I’m used to it, but there’s been a disturbance in me recently that I can’t quite put my finger on.

    I think it’s because lately I’ve been in a lot of situations where having someone there for moral support would make all the difference. It’s not the same when my mom is 1000 miles away, and because I’ve shirked back from most of my regular interactions, I feel like I don’t deserve to burden my friends. I just wish I had real life reassurance, the kind I can see in your eyes.

    It doesn’t help that the vast majority of my social interactions, as of late, have taken place behind a screen, where I try to fill the void of shallow acquaintances with even shallower substitutes. Worse yet, it’s so nonspecific, yet all-consuming, that it won’t go away.

    I thought I’d be able to rid of the feeling as I normally do, and push past it back to contentedness, but I’d be lying if I said the feeling wasn’t different this time. I haven’t really felt this way since 2019, where I’d be wondering after school to myself if this were all life was going to be for me. And now it’s come back to greet me like a boulder before a landslide.

    Maybe it’s also because nothing seems to be going right lately. Between every mounting obstacle and blow to my self-esteem, I’ve gotten to the point where ignoring that problem feels like willing, blissful ignorance. I know I’ve made jokes about this before, especially most recently in my last blog post, but I oftentimes thrive on the delusions I can conjure up in my mind. I love seeking solace in the one place things will go alright for me. It takes the edge off of a long day, like the way an alcoholic will seek comfort from the bottom of a glass, or a chain smoker to a pack of cigarettes.

    I’m never in any circumstances talking about my online friends when I say this, but I really don’t have any meaningful relationships in my waking life. All of my dearest companions are people I’ve never physically met before, but it’s a genuine friendship, tried and true; people I’ve grown up with for years. I love them all so much, so dearly, and my only complaint is I wish I had the joy of seeing them everyday in person. People who I enjoy being around, and who equally enjoy me, not just for the sake of convenience.

    Many people have echoed my sentiments, just as many will after me, but I struggle with making meaningful friends. Perhaps it’s because I’ve highlighted myself as a “social floater”- I get along with everyone, so there was never a real need to box myself in with one specific group or ideology, because I could come and go as I please.  I make people feel good about themselves. And I like making people feel good about themselves. It’s what I do best. And because of the convenience I provide as an easy friendship- a listening ear in times of distress, a shoulder to cry on, an unjudgmental stare- there is no need to reciprocate such actions with me, because I will most likely never open up in the first place, not unless prompted, for fear of sounding self-centered, and that’s exactly how you end up with friendships where you are seen as dependable and reliable, without really being all there.

    When I was younger, I had problems with opening up to people because I struggled to connect with age-appropriate problems plaguing my peers. The pendulum of emotional maturity swings both ways, and that was one of its downsides. And it doesn’t help that I often times naturally shoe-boxed myself into being the support friend- a position I don’t mind with regular people, but sometimes I’d always be paired up with someone who could never stop talking about how awful their life was, how bad they felt, and the usual draining motifs these archetypes of people bring with themselves, etc. I attract exhausting people, sometimes, because I’d feel bad for them being shunned.

    But let it not be thought that I’m blaming anyone else for my problems, no. I’d always figured this was a no-fault situation, something that can’t be helped from either side. I can’t fault my peers for not relating to me, the same way it’d be unfair for it vice-versa. Everyone is at different places in their lives, and at no point does being in similar age groups guarantee you will be in similar situations. Everyone moves at a different pace, and everyone will be in a different place.

    As you can see, that feeling hasn’t been anything new. I think I just did better at stuffing it down last time. And, truthfully, I was happy being alone, but I think this is the first time I’ve ever felt dreadfully lonely. I’ve always been able to keep my own company, but I think what I truly long for is companionship and understanding. I’ve often feared that I’m far too boyish in personality for any man to be attracted to me on anything other than a superficial level, because I have yet to have that experience happen romantically. My friends love me, and I love my friends, and they always tell me how great I am, and really it’s my own fault that I feel disconnected from them; it’s on me. But when it comes to romance, I think I will be less likely to succeed.

    I used to primarily crave for a best friend, for a deep understanding and loyal companionship that runs deeper than just sexual attraction, but is endearing and enduring love, but I’ve found myself changing gears slightly. I’d really love to feel love, and to be in love, and to know what it’s like to be desired. Alas, I’ve yet to have that feeling, because I’ve never had anyone like me for who I am.

    Which is a darn shame too, because I think I would make a lovely partner. I’ve had guys attracted to me before, but it’s only on days where I advertise myself as ideal with the way I dress, because men are visual creatures, after all, and they oftentimes can’t see past what I wear before realizing that, huh, she’s kind of attractive after all. I would love to know what it feels like to be loved for who you are. I’ve never had a guy like me. Even among the guys I’ve dated. Physical attraction is not the same as appreciation of character.

    So, just like every other person my age, oftentimes I’ve fantasized what that must feel like. I’m glad I have a point of reference in the forms of other people, but I still long to know what it feels like romantically. To have someone who loves you, every part of you, and want to spend the rest of their days with you. A man compassionate, kind, and just as enthusiastic as me. I’ve curled around my heart-shaped pillow every night just to dream about it and ponder what it’s like. For several days I’ve listened to nothing but romance songs. I’ve even started reading my horoscope to see if I’d be lucky in love.

    Maybe I should get to bed before the thought consumes me again. It’s already been on my mind for several days at a time, so I’d be lying to myself if I expected it to go away, but at least it’s one of those subjects I can fill the void with in fantasy and dreams to not feel so bad about everything else.

    But beyond that, I think what I desire most are meaningful relationships. This post may convey the idea that I struggle with talking to people, but not at all. For the longest time, I was under the impression that I was an extrovert simply because socializing came naturally for me. I love people, I really do, and I love listening to them and hearing what they have to say and where they come from. I love their little quirks and fashion choices and finding out what they think about their hair. I love finding out what we have in common and where we differ, and the challenge of finding the perfect way to socialize with the other party is highly appealing to me.

    But lately it feels like I’ve lost my edge. I’ve become so isolated that I almost feel like I’ve forgotten how to talk with people, in a way. And lately, it’s not enough to simply get along with them. That part comes easy. What I’m looking for is satisfaction.

    I love interacting with strangers because I can have a fulfilling social interaction without the expectation of a deeper relationship; both of us enter and exit the conversation with the knowledge that we will not leave as friends.

    But my regular interactions, with the familiar faces I see every day, those are the ones that bother me. They consist of someone who I dread talking to, who I try to avoid, often times because they have no listening skills, or are prone to interrupting, or simply are hard to carry a conversation with. About 90% of my day-to-day social interactions consist of some form of this, where it lacks all the things that send me further into a depressive spiral. And when my options consist of talking to someone who will take effort for an unfulfilling interaction, or not talking at all, then why wouldn’t I choose the latter? Talking is the easy part. Understanding is what I’m looking for. I do wish I had someone to care, and someone who wants me, genuinely, around.

    And the irony is that I do have someone like that. My mom, of course. I love her so much, you wouldn’t believe, and I think that’s because her mere presence has spoiled me into knowing what a healthy conversation should be. We listen, we contribute, we care. And now everything else after that feels so bland, so surface-level and unfulfilling. It’s not interactions I’m looking for, it’s meaningful interactions. And it’s more noticeable still that, when I look back on my life and my catalogue of friends, I have never gotten to experience that with a peer for more than a brief moment. That kind of lifestyle just isn’t sustainable. And now it’s starting to take its toll.

    Between all my decisions falling apart at the seams, and a lack of joyous hobbies to take part in lately, my heart is a little heavy. I’ll distract myself with something for just long enough that the weight of reality comes crashing back down into me twice as hard. There’s no distraction in my hobbies lately, since I have trouble connecting with that. It’s why I came to write here, where I have a vague semblance of cohesively expressing how I feel with the understanding that I don’t have to worry about someone caring- I can yell into the void of the world wide web as much as I want, and it mostly all flies under the radar. Even reading and going outside just make me feel foggy. It’s like this issue is weighing on me so heavily that there is really little else that can take my mind off of it, because I only end up feeling worse once I remember where I am in life. 21-years-old and a socially unfortunate loser. The thought of it almost makes me want to take up drinking.

    Even worse, physically it’s started to take its toll on me. Loneliness can kill you, you know. I can already feel it squeeze my heart in my chest, feel it turn my stomach. It could send me to an early grave. And worse yet, there’d be nothing I can do about it. I’ll just be a victim of circumstance.

    But I think it’s fine that it’s happened like that. Everyone needs something to struggle with, and this one will be mine. I’m glad my heart doesn’t fill with envy when I see groups of friends or people in love strolling by, because I would love to experience the thrill of belonging just for one time, one day.

  • THE MALADAPTIVE DAYDREAM

    Ever wonder where I got my username from? I used to be seriously stuck in my head as a kid. It’s no wonder why I grew up to be a writer, having such a vivid imagination and all.

    I haven’t really maladaptively daydreamed in years. It’s more like excessive now, where it doesn’t really interrupt my day-to-day aspects of living. I’ve always been fairly high-functioning in whatever I do, so even if it were interruptive, it’d be hard to tell.

    But lately, I don’t know. It’s becoming more appealing again. I haven’t had a relapse before, because I’d tend to get stuck not having “satisfying” enough daydreams, which would be frustrating in the moment, but worked out to my benefit because I wouldn’t get that shot of dopamine that would keep me running back to the fantasies inside my head.

    I think it’s because I’ve given myself less external stimuli, as well. I’m trying out something new lately where I don’t watch or listen to or consume anything while I work, just so I can let the thoughts roll off onto the page. So far it’s been really nice, I think I really like this workflow, but I think that part of my brain that isn’t distracted now has a lot of time to think. And when I think, I tend to wander.

    Maybe that’s the downside of having an imagination, after all. I can do it for hours again, where I start disconnecting from the world in class because all it takes is one second to zone out before it sucks you back in again. It probably doesn’t help that I’m taking a writing class this quarter, where we’re encouraged to stimulate our imaginations to make them come to life. Even now this article is nonsensical, because I keep zooming in and out of focus, like a camera lens looking for a subject.

  • MISSING THE BLUMHOUSE’S HALFWAY TO HALLOWEEN FILM FESTIVAL

    You guys are seeing what I’m seeing, right? So Blumhouse is doing a mid-year film festival called “Halfway to Halloween” where they’re rereleasing some of their old box office hits back to the screen again. Plus, the tickets are for $8! I haven’t seen prices like that since I saw Insidious on the screen back when it came out!

    They’re partnering with AMC Theatres in order to get it done, and of course my city, one of their production hubs, is going to hosting it. The only problem is – – I won’t be there! I can’t be there, because I’m away at stupid college getting my stupid degree. Ugh. Why does my opportunity-less city suddenly want to have all of the good stuff happen now that I’m gone?!

    It’s a total bummer, but maybe, if I’m lucky, they’ll be doing an event somewhere near me. Not like I’d be able to go, anyway! I’m still down for the count on the vehicle thing. Maybe by the time summer rolls around again, I’ll finally be driving my shiny red scooter. I’ve been wanting to take that thing out for years man. And then I can drive myself to whatever theaters are going to hold the annual Halfway to Halloween Festival myself…Sigh.

  • SUPPRESSING YAWNS

    When a yawned a few minutes ago, I realized something – – that’s the first time I’ve yawned in days.

    Ever since I’ve pulled these back-to-back all-nighters, I’ve felt strangely…awake. Don’t get me wrong, my brain is still fuzzy, but I’ve never had adrenaline this strong to get me through several days of little rest.

    Even now, I’m dog-tired, but it’s like I can feel it everywhere except for my brain. My heart’s fluttering, my chest burns, and I’d like nothing more than to recline on a flat, comfortable surface, but I also feel this weird drive to keep going on. I’ve abused and misused my body before, but never before have I had it give me such pleasant results.

    I wonder if I’ve achieved a new low? I wouldn’t be surprised if everything becomes super sharp and clear before your brain starts to see things that aren’t there.

    Two more days. Just two more days. Man, I know it’ll be okay, but that almost feels like a lifetime away. I wouldn’t be surprised if sleep all through Friday.

  • FAILURE TO LAUNCH

    The other day, I got a fortune cookie that read: “You are ready to take on the world.” It made me smile, I admit, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make my heart lurch in a positive way.

    Presently, I felt like that fortune cookie came at just the right time. You know how the job market is in shambles lately, right? Despite the way companies try to convince us that there’s something wrong with the employee base, the fact of the matter is that a lot of companies eliminating those middle-income jobs really set off a chain reaction for the rest of the working world. Now, even an entry-level job seems unattainable.

    Ever since I left AMC two years ago, I’ve been completely unsuccessful in getting a job. No application consideration. No interview. Nothing. Not even a rejection letter. Are jobs being oddly selective? You know how embarrassing it is to get rejected from CVS? I’m a student, so it’s a bit more excusable for me, but it’s concerning for who aren’t currently in school, because my story isn’t unique at all.

    Whereas you used to be able to find a new job in two weeks, you’ll be lucky nowadays if it doesn’t take you less than two months. And it seems discouraging where, everywhere you turn, it seems like the people with the shittiest attitudes somehow hold a position and you don’t. Stings, right?

    I’ve always loved working, primarily because I love making money and the independence it grants you. (I even tried to get a job as early as 13-years-old, but the unemployment office turned me down.)

    And honestly, who doesn’t like money? As long as you don’t worship it, there’s nothing wrong with having it as a goal; money, in fact, comes along with power and influence in most, if not all, societies. We view it as a benchmark for a comfortable lifestyle. With greater income comes less financial distress.

    I feel bad for the working class, yet again, getting branded as lazy and unwilling to work by the higher-ups at most companies and organizations, because it’s simply not true. People want to work. Sure, not every job is going to be your dream career, but most everyone understands a basic biblical truth: if you don’t work, you won’t eat. And instead of admitting there’s a shortage of positions and that their hiring practices are absolutely unprofessional, the finger is instead pointed to the class at the mercy of companies, and there’s nothing we can do about it.

    A few weeks ago, I started to wonder if maybe there was another reason I couldn’t get a job. I’ve always dreamed of opening my own production company, especially for animation, but I always figured there’d be a middle transition between then and now. There was always a bit of a blank gap there. I’d try to fill it in by envisioning different paths, anything from having an internship to winning a contest to holding a job, but none of it was really sticking mentally. I was opening to anything and considered everything, but I couldn’t ever tell which was was the right thing to do.

    And the tragic part is, I make a great employee, too. All my bosses have loved me. I get along great with my coworkers, and I’ve never had a bad experience with customers because I’m willing to bite the bullet and be friendly first. Hell, my second day on the job, my manager came up and told me I might be the favorite of the new hires. And he’s always extended the opportunity for me to come back to continue working seasonally, which I’ve always accepted, and would continue to work at that exact location had I not moved away for college. That’s why I’ll always regard AMC fondly, because they gave me a chance when no one else would.

    So, back to my dilemma. I can’t get a job, right? And I’d love one. I want one. I need one, because I want the freedom of income again. And I one day have the end goal of opening a production studio, right? I’ve always planned for it to be self-funded, so as to avoid being at the mercy of network executives who prioritize profit above all else.

    And because I want it to be self-funded, I need a stable income stream. At least one, for now. So I got to thinking, and I thought, ‘Man, maybe I can’t find a job because I’m supposed to get started now.‘

    I’ve always wanted to sell merchandise with cool designs — stickers, buttons, enamel pins, and so forward. Is it saturated to all hell? Yeah, but it seems like a fun little business venture, and it’s not like I’m looking to become a multi-millionaire.

    And I’m more inclined to believe I’m on the right track, because over the course of the last few week, the pieces started to fall in my lap. I’m taking a business class this quarter, and I learned that these concepts aren’t outside my grasp, after all. I knew next to nothing about the production process for certain physical merchandise, and suddenly we have a club pop up that helps newbies like me navigate the whole thing. Am I still confused? Oh, absolutely. But instead of it being an off-putting feeling, it’s a good kind of apprehension. It’ll be complicated to leap off the diving board, but I’m excited.

    I have a few of the logistics going, and a few speculated designs, and the bulk of it I plan on working on over spring break, along with this here website. I have a name, I have a vision, I have a small catalogue, and I have a good feeling about it.

    Maybe I couldn’t secure a job, but that’s okay. I always felt like, if I didn’t escape my city, I’d be held back from pursuing my ambitions, so maybe the concept similarly applies here: maybe I’d become complacent in a regular job. Maybe I’d never start.

    It’s a blessing in disguise, really, and I’m blessed enough to even be in the position where I can get started on a business without consequence. I have no bills, no obligations, and nothing to lose. Why shouldn’t I start now?

    It was last Saturday I set a launch date, and made a goal. And when I cracked open that fortune cookie a day later, I felt I made the right call, after all.