“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
My business card is perfect.
Crisp white edges, soft laminate, sweeping font
And a tuft of golden retriever hair stuck to the back with wine,
Which pushes out between pages of my wife's novel.
My suit has collected dust since my sister's wedding in Fiji.
Mom and dad wear straw hats to the beach and Christmas dinner
And tell anyone who asks that they have earned it.
I still dream big,
About the ideal Reuben sandwich,
Or how to raise a kid that works out problems without tattling
And is not as stubborn as we all were back then.
I mentor a few young men these days.
"How can we get ahead?" they ask,
"What's the fastest way?"
Figure out what you like to do and do it.
I'd tell you more, but
It's hot outside in California,
And my daughter is eating all the cherry tomatoes in the garden.

— Nick Soman