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I still haven’t figured out what victory smells like. Probably something gross like dirt and sweat. But, the taste of victory? Well, it’s a mix of cherries and peanut butter with a hint of nutty chocolate.
Today’s victory was especially sweet as it has been nine long months coming. It’s been nine months of fighting. Nine months of adamantly saying “no” to everyone, including the President. It’s been nine months of going against the grain, disagreeing with the status quo and shaking things up. It’s been nine months of being “tenacious,” which is the politically correct way of saying, “nagging bitch” until everyone got on board. Thank god it worked. Thank god my boss is insanely supportive. Thank god the Boss Man stood behind every. single. one. of my arguments (even when he didn’t believe them himself).
The sweetest part is that the validation came in the form of 68%. That’s a hot number to take anyone down with. But, when you take all your competitors down, including the Green Monster, well victory doesn’t get much sweeter than that.
The funny thing? I felt like a Rockstar for about an hour. Then, I decided 68% wasn’t good enough. I want more. That’s my “downfall”… Nothing is ever good enough; I just can’t be satisfied.
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