This was the last time, he promised.
This had to be the absolute last time. He would land this one and this would be it. He just needed to get through it one more time. And it would be the very last time. Ever.
The excitement of this thought pulsed through him. He had to make this one count.
He realized that his shoulders were sky-high, so he dropped them, and took in a deep breath – the diaphragmatic kind. The kind they say you should do when you are flipping the fuck out.
He clicked the back button of his iPod to find what he needed. The initial melody always made him think he had picked the wrong song. But when the piano ended, the words he needed were right there.
This time would be different. It would be exciting. It would nourish him. He would try harder. He would remember the others. He would remember the struggle.
The lyrics began to seep deep inside of him, Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted. In one moment, would you capture it, or just let it slip?
He pushed “up” on the volume button so that he could belt the words. So that he could slip into his state of readiness.
There was no way he was not getting this. This was all his.
He screamed, You better lose yourself in the music, the moment, you own it, you better never let it go, you only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow, this opportunity comes once in a lifetime.
As he approached, he bellowed the last – and his favorite – part, Success is my only motherfucking option, failure’s not.
Let’s do this.
By Jennifer A. Fifield
Italicized song lyrics by Eminem, Lose Yourself