Dear 100 Hour Board,
You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter. How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?
Dear -lard Duck,
The joy is in the journey. Vague hopes proliferate views of the future, but thanks to the rigor of the path, the destination is less important than the skills with which I will then be armed. Uncertainty in particulars of end results are irrelevant. I have certainty of goodness regardless.
I need a change in my life, and I'm willing to take a chance to see where the train would take me.
Maybe it's a cool train. Like, with a bistro.