I'm seeking opportunity, take me by the hand. Show me where I'm going show me who I am. All I need's a drop of water, I'm a seed borne on the wind. I was once a flower and I'll be a flower again. - Tea Leaf Green - If It Wasn't for the Money
Opportunity is everywhere and nowhere. Opportunity is difficult to spell, but even more difficult to get over once you've missed it. You don't so much seek opportunity as you seek the ability to notice opportunity then grab it. Opportunity knocks. It knocks hard. It knocks so hard that sometimes you answer the door in your towel fresh out of the shower and you're embarrassed and unprepared. But you put on your clothes, dry off your hair, and go out and get it, because who knows when opportunity will knock again. Opportunity is your ex-boyfriend, your neighborhood's mailperson, your dental hygienist, your best friend's childhood friend. Opportunity is a horrible mixed metaphor written by someone who is high on the myriad of opportunities, manically careening towards the edge of something, anything, like a teenager on speed or a child on coffee at her grandfather's funeral. Opportunity is exciting and scary, happy and sad. You have to play it cool. You don't want to scare it away. But not too cool. You don't want it to think you've lost interest. Opportunity is crying when you hug your friend because life is intense and it's nice to remember that you are loved. Opportunity is the freedom of cutting off all of your hair. Opportunity is that feeling you get when you wake up in the night and have four more hours until you must get up. Paralyzing, electrifying, sometimes crushing. Everything and nothing that you want. It's jumping off the 20 foot cliff into the Colorado River, breaking the water feet first, head following, sinking, then bobbing to the top, gasping for air as you surface, sneezing and sputtering. You did it, and you are alive.
