She’s Yelling and Screaming 0
Imagine the Nev Campbell shrieking at the top of her lungs in Scream 3 as she runs for her life.
OK turn it up by 100 and you’ll have the deafening yell of my wife as I explained to her my brilliant plan and epiphany.
Yeh, THAT LOUD.
You’d think after my long hours of research dedication and moments of inspiration she’d be quite happy to get on board with everything, but no, not the likely.
In fact I was reminded of how many brilliant plans I had before, how I’ve been inspired before and about the graveyard of plans and million dollar schemes that lay dead somewhere on my laptop.
I could feel my heart sink and for a moment all types of emotions ran through my mind.
I was angry!
I was confused!
I was saddened!
And I felt broken!
Deep down inside I knew she was right for feeling this way, but I also felt that this time would be different.
It kinda felt like when you ran to your parents when you were little, showing them the shiny new bike Johnny Taylor got for his birthday and that you wanted one. Only to have your mom yell “Hell No! Didn’t you just break the new toy we gave you? No No No!”
I guess that only happened to me, but still… I felt broken inside.
And for the first time I felt like I had no partner, no wing woman. This time I was to go this trip alone.
Who could blame her though, there were tons of pipe dreams, tons of stories, tons of moments where we thought this was the moment.
I went back to my office with my tail curled between my legs, reached under my desk for a bottle of scotch and poured myself strong one.
Without support of my wife, what was I now to do?
Was it time to give up dreaming?
- Will