In my final year of law school, I returned from a ny final break to find several stacks of rejection letters from a plethora of DAs offices on my apartment doorstep.  I had so many rejections that the already full mailbox couldn’t hold them.  

I slept with those stacks next to my mattress until I was offered a position (I pretty much applied to every state in the Union at that point ).  Several people, including family, clergy, professors, classmates, ptold me not to go this route, and this has been a pattern for past and future endeavors as well.

But just like playing in the outfield and between the goalposts, I intuitively knew where I needed to be.

And it really is about the journey, every destination disappoints in some way or the other yet plays an importantrole in shaping who we are.

This life will both build and cut you. Do we really have a choice in all that?

I’d venture both yes and no.

We choose at some point – walk on part in a war or a lead role in a cage.

And the storm – it comes to us all whether we like it or not.