I guess I could’ve stayed at that other place. I guess I could’ve spent the next few years begrudgingly waking up at 7 AM in Dallas, stuffing breakfast made by my mother down at a rate that caused an increased possibility of choking, and waiting in traffic on I-35 that seemed to be moving backwards somehow.

I guess I could’ve sat with a blank stare at the work piling up, work that interested me as much as offseason free agency movement in the WNBA. And eventually, I could’ve gone back to school to learn more about what I already knew, and returned to the same routine after two years.

I guess I could’ve done that. But then again, why?

– Thanks for all the congrats to everybody. I finally get the chance to do something I want and love.