When you don’t have a backup plan
Oh, hi friends!
Last night, I was listening to two friends arguing on the bus. One of them was a musician.
No, you don’t understand. I’m going to do it—
Yeah, but like, what’s the Plan B, bro?
I don’t have a Plan B. If you have a Plan B, you’re not serious. I’m either going to make it—or I’m going to die.
So you’re going to kill yourself?
No, I’m saying, if I don’t make it, it’s gonna be because I’m dead. I’m not stopping.
You gotta have a Plan B. That just means you’re prepared.
Look at the greats. Michael Jordan, he didn’t have a Plan B. Kobe. He didn’t have a Plan B. You gotta do it and not give yourself an out.
I don’t know, man…
I do. You only have a Plan B if you know you’re gonna lose.
We got off at the same stop.
On the sidewalk, I looked over at the two guys, making sure to remember the tall one’s face. He’s the musician, the who doesn’t have a Plan B.
And from the way he talked about it — the conviction in his voice alone — I felt he’s going to make it.
Go hard on your Plan A today, my friends.
“I never really thought I could write a novel,” she said.
That’s Delia Owens, a retired wildlife biologist and author of Where the Crawdads Sing, a coming-of-age novel set in North Carolina. The publisher first printed 28,000 copies of the book. A year and a half later, it’s sold more than four and a half million copies. (For comparison, that’s more than all the new novels by John Grisham, Margaret Atwood, and Stephen King combined.)
“I never really thought I could….” she said. Until she did.
And now, let us enter the week ahead with the boundless enthusiasm, joy, and incontrovertible fashion sense of these goat kids having a pajama party. (h/t Julie Bestry)
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Love, Kara