The clock on the dash said 6:08. I should’ve been in there an hour ago. Instead, I’d been sitting in my car, listening to the radio play songs of yesteryear. Stevie Nicks was babbling about some white winged dove. Ooh ooh ooh. I hate that song, but even that wasn’t enough to push me out of the car.
To make matters worse, I was the one who’d set up the meeting. I’d been so excited about it last week when I scheduled it. But the past several days made me rethink a lot of things. Including the whole reason for the meeting.
This was supposed to be my big break. I’d been dreaming about it my whole life. Not everybody gets to make a living doing what they love. I hadn’t changed my mind about what I wanted to do. I just wasn’t sure anymore that I was willing to make the proverbial pact with the devil in order to do it.
6:14 now. I’m still not sure but I really can’t put it off any longer. Success doesn’t always equal happiness, and vice versa. But it doesn’t matter much at this point. Its only going to take about 5 minutes to walk from here to the conference room, and that’s all the time I have to make my decision. Pass up what may be the only opportunity I ever get and save my soul? Or swallow my pride, my morals, and my sense of self for the chance to showcase my talent?
Well, at least the elevator’s on my side. It’s taking forever to get here.
And there’s the door.
Aaaand there’s all the execs. Sharply dressed, clearly ticked at the wait. Yeah, that makes it easier.
Deep breath. Oh, ok, not that deep. I can practically see the cologne hanging in the air.
Just a few more steps…
“Well, what’s your decision?”
This is my response to this week’s Indie Ink Writing Challenge. My prompt came from Carrie: “‘Success is getting what you wanted and happiness is wanting what you get.’ quote from a Dove chocolate wrapper”. I issued a challenge to Bewildered Bug: “…Late December back in ’63…”