I am grateful for the opportunity to pursue my dreams.

Opportunity is not the same as time, and confusing the two is how a dream stays theoretical for a decade.

Most people who got something made didn't find a clear runway. They found forty-five minutes — before the house woke up, on a train, in the dead hour after dinner — and defended it badly but repeatedly.

The permission is genuinely a gift. Plenty of people, in plenty of places, don't get to choose what they aim at. That part deserves gratitude without qualification.

The forty-five minutes, though, nobody hands you. Find yours this week and put something in it that isn't a screen.