This might be the dumbest purchase I’ve ever made.
But maybe not.
I’m usually not one to throw money away… but I’m also a sucker for some risk.
Given the right upbringing, I could have easily become a professional poker player, or at least a lottery addict. I get a rush from taking chances, especially when the reward is tempting. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. After all, the thrill of competition is partly responsible for my career in freelance writing.
I have big dreams, and I know what it will take to accomplish them. But I’m not against pursuing an alternative path if it presents itself.
And that’s why a few weeks ago, I stuffed a $300 check comprised of my earnings from articles into an envelope, along with two resumes and perhaps the most heavily edited 200 word essay in existence, and sent it all on its way to do miraculous things.
You see, I’ve entered a farm contest. And when I play, I play to win.