fortuneas we are wrapping up our conversation, the waitress brings the cookies, crinkly in their perch on the receipt. the conversation has a hint of waiting to it, so we're grateful for the distraction. cracking open the thick skin, i pull out the sliver of paper that punctuates the point:
Now is the time to set your sights high and go for it.
i'm going for it, with that slip of paper in my pocket.
current mood: chotto nervous