Recording to me

Previously

…But castles come with taxes. And windmills still need tilting. I didn't know if we were ready. But I knew we would find out. That evening, I sat down to write in my journal. The page was blank, waiting. I wrote: "Chapter 20: The Hearing. We presented. They listened. They offered more than we asked for. Now we have to decide if we want it. The ideal donkihot is no longer a lone figure on a horse—it's a group of ten people in a café, holding a business card that could change everything." I closed the journal. Outside, the wind picked up, rattling the bare branches. Winter was coming. But inside, the Practical Idealists were just getting warm.