Someone gave me a dare last week. He made me an offer I could not refuse, to borrow it from The Godfather. It was not an offer of new work or something. Something bigger, something more essential. It is a dare and I took up the challenge after a thorough heart-to-heart talk.
The reward is to die for. But I know the reward will just be an icing on a cake. I miss doing a challenge. And suddenly, I begin to rush an adrenaline of some sort. And suddenly again, I begin to doubt. No Doubt. Because Fortune favors only the Brave. It is going to be pretty hellish productive months ahead for me. And that's non-negotiable. And I am so into it.