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What does it take to get on the television? Would it matter if you knew? (Does a self-help book give an ounce of reassurance to readers living three rungs below the author?) Would it matter if you made it? You'd return to the same home with the same bedroom, same bathroom you left that morning.

I sometimes think about the tension between high hopes & contentment.

Contentment:

a glowing cream, a fresh wall of paint & a dog lapping at its bowl. A river bouncing over the rocks in its path like a child into kindergarten. Chickpeas and lemon juice on toast with tomato slices. Squinting smiles and face moisturizer, soft blankets and time to read.

High Hopes: Flint. The iron that sharpens me. The things that other people have done that I genuinely want to do too. Because I know I can. It's quick conversation and high ambition; it's an event, a creative idea. It's the work hard that stops the play hard from feeling like a copout.

I am content to never be on television. But I have high hopes.