in a hard day’s night

“look, I’m asking this because I think you know me better than many people here. I don’t know, it’s just…

do you think… will I make it? will I ever make it?”


an affirmative answer. a little long silence. and a firm, authoritative belief in her tone as she continued;

“yes. no doubt about it.”

I grit my teeth as I clenched the phone. for a second I thought, there were probably tears brimming in my eyes. more than I care to admit, more than I care to allow.

sometimes we don’t really know who we are until we have someone telling us.