There ain't no bank in hell...
It's all going to end. So what is there to live for, but love and joy? Legacy. The grandiose word with which I’ve led my decision making for the majority of my adult life. I’m not supremely talented, or noteworthy in a way to be remembered millennia from now. But I wanted to leave my mark. To have SOMETHING that would last beyond my last breath, beyond the memories that slowly fade with my loved ones. I wanted to be a coach, to mold young people on the field and off. Then, to run a business, a restaurant that would be written about and critiqued by the most notable culinary voices. Most recently, to write a book. Not just a novel, but a tangled web of an elaborate world that captured minds like Brandon Sanderson. And not just a book, but a series, one that would (hopefully) render JK Rowling obsolete, only to leave her own legacy forgotten and buried, as deserves. In the last year, I’ve done a LOT of self reflection, trying to understand why I’m here. I thought I had ...
