What If?

NOTE: At the writing of this post (Friday morning), TJB had yet to receive an official job offer. By the publishing of this post (Saturday afternoon), he had received his official offer of employment as a "Social Interactor". We call that kind of turnaround "BALLER". We call that job title "DUH".
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False alarm. I panicked on the 5 day limit. I forgot I'm in a different time zone now, so given the natural adjustment to that, I was going to need 7 days to take over Chicago.

But I did it. I signed for my apartment yesterday. It's beautiful, but it's tiny, but it's beautiful, and it's mine.

And this morning? I got the job. Well, I didn't actually GET the job, but they SUGGESTED I got the job and I'm going in later today to do an in-person interview because otherwise I'd have gotten the job without anyone having actually met me, which is a little too impressive at this juncture in my life.

There is a chance that this blog post will never be published and I'll have to wipe my tears from the keyboard while I delete it. That's a risk I'm willing to take.

I'm worried you're starting to think I'm conceited, America. To those of you who do, I suggest a closer read at my blog. YES, I only ever talk about myself and NO, that's not really great journalism or storytelling. That was never my intention. You're the one still reading.

Conceited suggests I'm overly proud of myself. I would say I'm more overly shocked by myself. I like to think I write my blog in an attempt to better understand. If I just think these things, I'd think I was conceited too. If I can read what I've written I just think

"Wow...what an unstable individual. I hope the best for him."

My entire life, I've lived by "What if..." and then I just do it. It all started when I was 5. I was in the back seat of my father's car with my cousin and sister. I heard my sister whisper to my cousin to punch me in the face and I thought, "HELL to the NO! What if..."

so I punched HIM in the face.

I got in a lot of trouble for that.
But I learned a lot fast.

Always think your actions through, but don't waste too much time or you could get punched in the face. Perhaps a more defensive move would have been a better first choice since I don't think my 9 year old cousin would have ever punched a 5 year old...

but that's the moment I decided I would never let a man hit me. And by "man" I mean "life"...but also men.

And while I don't spend a lot of time thinking anything through from punches to college majors to moving across the country, every step is thought about. And when somebody asks me "Why?" I always answer with "What if?" and never "Why not?"

"Why not?" is stupid. I could list plenty of reasons why not, but if I can always say "What if?" then I can work towards something new and exciting. And often I do find myself dodging punches, but now I know never to swing first and that when I do start swinging

I'm a force to be reckoned with.

7 days Chicago. 7 days of climbing into your ring and I had you on the ropes begging me to stop.

But as a misjudged green witch said to me in a Broadway musical loosely based on my life

"Think of what we can do...together."

So climb on my broomstick Chicago. Together, we'll be the greatest team there's ever been.

I am clearly far too excited for any quality writing today.

Sorry I'll stop,

TJB: Making It