But something had been creeping in me since Friday night and I feel like Neo realizing he had been plugged into the Matrix all along.
Only this had been the real world all along, and I was somewhere else.
These thoughts don't belong to thirty-one-year-old office workers who should be out building empires and rallying teams to achieve their best or raising responsible children and making some positive impact on society. But I can't deny they're there.
100, my magic number, is perhaps just a pit stop. I'd been advised not to stop at 100. To stop only when I actually get somewhere. Now, if I could only get a new batch of some real beta readers.
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