Chillin at the crib.
…d. I didn’t really think about it much until then, so I didn’t have a good answer. Still don’t, but I made this in the process.
…ant story, you cannot let fear — or the shackles of social graces — be an anchor to your ambitions. There are no good stories to be told in life’s safe harbors.
You will miss your stop on the train because you can’t bear to get out of your seat until you find out how the story ends. You’ll stay up way too late on a weeknight, a bedside lamp your only companion, your heart pounding…