As talented as an EGOT? No. My ego needs no politicised publicity stunt to find myself assured that I am worthy of both affirmations and validations.

Yes, I have a prebuttal for those who believe I am just jealous: accolades will eventually just collect dust on a shelf or wall, but everyday that I place my best foot forward, I am a reward to myself, whether small or tall.

The setting of my life is not built for me; I stay as long as my life is lit and my heart remains aglow. It is not about being finicky, but when flickering begins and alleys dim, it is time to go.

Some days, I feel super. Some days, music gets my mood. Some days, I am not myself. Some days, I feel like hiding in a box. I write my story most days, but sometimes my story writes me. When the ogive of the writer wears blunt, I reflect at where I stand. Then, I sharpen my mind, kindle my heart, and prepare for the next hand. ; )