I am bad. Was really bad at predicting my career. I lived in Dreams. Dreamt that everything I would touch becomes GOLD. I kept brushing each STONE… I touched software, things didn't work. I touched designing, it made me a flop. I touched teaching, my voice didn't reach. I touch WRITING. BOOM! I see the stone turning into GOLD. I start to write not to WIN. Winning makes you pause and I don’t want to STOP. Successive failures outweigh my decisions. Fire in my eyes and words in my heart. I set realistic expectations to seek attention. My mom used to say: “Put your MIND and HEART at peace with patience. The magic of LOVE finds its way” I reminisce her words and begin to construct my fate using right cues. I knew it isn’t the deck which everyone can hop on to. Sooner than later, I was able to weave a story by knitting the words from the heart. I run my show. I still do. Key Findings: -Thoughts were unlimited. I made it limited when choosing a passion. -I put my idea