

A piece about making the wrong choices. While cycling through a whirlwind of coping mechanisms of varying effectiveness level, I found myself networking with a young man who was a vending machine enthusiast. His passive form of income was through managing several independently owned vending machines at various businesses throughout town. He and I both understood without ever confirming out loud that vending was not my path. But what I soon realized afterwards is- if I was at a networking event in a pencil skirt, talking to a young man who sold HVAC equipment during the day and various gas station snacks at night- was that I was nowhere near my path.