I’m pulling up to the place that I have an interview with. Like I have done a million times before, I go to bite a hang nail off of my fingernail. Turns out to be a bad decision. With that bite, my temporary crown breaks. I can hear it snap. Meanwhile, I am sitting in the parking lot of the place that I’m going to interview with. It’s raining outside and I’ve just fought a lot of traffic plus getting turned around to get here. I decide to go in anyway. I pop the tooth back on and pray that the suction will keep it in place. It does. The interview goes well, I think.

If it weren’t for bad luck, I’m sure I’d have no luck at all. But I’m proud of myself for keeping the momentum moving forward when I could’ve just thrown my hands in the air and given up.