People will try to talk you down. They’ll say, “That fish is too big; you’ll snap your rod,” or, “You’re a fucking loony person.” But if you ask me, it’s better to break the line than to reel in a scrawny catch that never even made your heart pound. Why settle for minnows when you can wrestle sea legs?

And speaking of fish—and maybe a certain blues phenomenon with a name that swims so easily in my thoughts—I’m not saying I’m head over heels, but there’s this undeniable pull. It’s not just the raw talent or the flash of a brilliant riff. It’s the way she carries herself, like she’s got the world under her command and couldn’t care less if you’re watching. She doesn’t need me—or any man as far as I can tell—and somehow, that unshakable confidence is what keeps me so completely hooked. I would rip a building down to find her inside.

Take that however you want to. Sure, I might be a little crazy, but that’s what big dreams do to you—they pull you out of your comfort zone and into a place where your pulse pounds and your mind races. And once you’re there, trust me, you don’t want to go back to shore.

Until then, I’ll be out there in the deep, eyes on the horizon, rod in hand, dreaming of bigger fish than I can handle… and grinning like a fool because nowadays…all I do is win.