I don’t follow sports. I don’t know anything about sports, but I follow you and that was the longest read I’ve ever encountered on Medium.

What a trip... to go from winning and raking it all in to taking an L and stepping on the spikiest rake. You sunk like Leo in The Wolf of Wall Street. You weren’t just burned. You were charred. I don’t know if it’s safe to come out now, because you know, the Internet. But I think it’s safe to say that it’s time to brush it off. I’m sure whoever burned you long ago has forgotten, but your story still matters. Throughout it all, even though it didn’t make you a dime, you never stopped doing what you loved. Look at the parts of yourself you’ve unearthed and how you shine. You’ve untucked your tail and stripped all the red, to illustrate your tale in technicolor. It takes courage and humility and skill to do that. A boatload of it.

Keep being you. Keep writing 💛