How time flies
It’s crazy to think how far one can come in such a short period of time. About two years ago I was let go from Graphicly and about a year and a half ago I was running out of unemployment, close to financial ruin, bored out of my mind, and desperately looking for something.
Today I’m well above the red, have pretty much everything paid off, I love what I do, I relish the challenges at work, and shockingly having people asking me at work what my secret to success is.
I guess it’s simple, my secret is this: hit your definition of Rock Bottom. After that point you will beg, borrow, and work your ass off to get to a better place.
And I wouldn’t have changed the experience for anything.
“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” - Winston Churchill
I have a chihuahua, a DirecTV remote, and Peter Burke. Good to go.
Well…. I have dental floss, a bottle of lotion, and whoever that guy is who hosts Top Chef Masters.
I’ve got a glass of club soda and a wireless Mac keyboard, but my companion is Dr. Richard Kimble, so I might just get through this!
Well. A box of Cheezits, an AT&T U-verse remote, OBAMA. I think that the president can MacGuyver my Cheezits and U-verse remote into a zombie-killing weapon. YES, HE CAN. HE CAN DO THIS.
A snuggly tabby cat with mad hunting skillz, a really sharp letter opener, and Coach Eric Taylor. I think I’m good.
A pillow, a bowl of honeycrisp apple slices & Scott McCall. Well fuck…it was nice knowing all of you.
My laptop, my iphone and the Avengers. Yeah I think I might have a shot.
Umm, my cat Galahad, my cat Nimue, and Kara Thrace. I might get through this.
A manuscript, a pen, and DS Luther. Luther will make it ok.
I have a cellphone, a laptop, and the BAU.
EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE JUST FINE.
A cellphone, a mug of tea, and The Doctor.
Zombie apocalypse? *What* zombie apocalypse?
Some pillows. My cat. And Buffy freaking Summers.
We got this.
A blue Snowball Microphone, A bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label, and Michael Scofield from Prison Break. At the very least if I’m going out, I’m going drunk.