what you’re made of. Heavy stuff.

But there is no failure, no risk, not really.

It’s not confidence that shrieks this in your face like a drill sergeant, it is not determination in your chin. It is simply nonexistent.

There is no failure.

Tonight is destiny, success and triumph.

Adversity cannot hang on you now like a too-heavy coat, too warm for the weather wrapped around and choking, fear a false security blanket.

Cowardice? What’s that? Anxiety? What’s that? Even hope…

There is nothing but the stone-sure promise of accolade and applause.

I am ready. Here I come.