A wave is coming.
With each second that ticks on by, with each minute that passes, with every day that becomes yesterday, I feel a noose tighten around my neck. It’s getting tighter as the earth spins. It fixes me in place, and I struggle helplessly as I watch a wave as tall as twenty feet approach from the distance. Unless I can cut myself loose and build a makeshift raft out of cash in two months, I will drown. I’ve got to turn this around somehow. I have to ride the wave, not be engulfed by it. I have to ride the crest as far as I can; farther than I have ever gone before, and hopefully, I can reach my destination.
Otherwise, I’ll spend my whole life floating out in the ocean. Time to get organized, sophisticated, and operational.
