Van
Over twenty years ago
My mind was too consumed with all that was happening, all the balls in the air. My drive to succeed, to accomplish more, to show the world I was capable ruled my thoughts and physical being. When the time came to sleep, I'd lie down only to stare at the ceiling. It was as if my body couldn't rest, knowing that there were i's to dot and t's to cross. There were people to schmooze and investments to be made.
And then there was the f*****g tightrope—the balancing act of stretching assets until they were so taut, they were ready to snap. It was no secret: I wasn't working with a large budget. That also didn't impede my determination that one day I'd have more.
More money—more power.
I was on the verge of greatness. It was right there, close enough to touch.
