“Are there no more worlds that i might conquer?”

This is not my first rodeo.

I do remember the first, though.

The day I held my first book–really a real book with a cover and pages—with

Written by Murphy

on the cover in 2006. I felt as if my life were complete in a way I never expected it to be.

That day, 18 year ago, when I took the 4 hour PMP test to get officially certified. I wanted it so bad. I studying and grindinfg it out.

Walking into the grim Pearson testing center to sit in a cadaver-colored cubicle to choose the right answer

A? B? C? D?

I barely recognize the memory of that woman.

Was it really me?

It was me. Sp was everything that came after.

Yesterday I finished a grind and got another cert.

I’m worn slick,

I remember that first cert, it was a lot harder. I had high hopes for what I could achieve with it.

I remember I wanted it to prove it to myself.

Memory is a shaky thing.

Today, I want the cert to prove it to other people.

I know I know. I am ten toes down confident. Others seem to need a proof.

Now I can concentrate on putting my book up for sale. My fifth book Which is most definitely for other people.

There is a theme. Those are significant things that I’m accomplishing to impress other people.

That’s good and I’m glad I did it.

What’s next? I’d really like to do something significant for myself. That’s over the edge of the known world.