“Words that were beautiful and elegant and meaningful in my brain, Now feel trapped inside like a snow globe. A distorted translation of their initial meaning when you try to take them out. Relying on safe, easy words and condensed language, I see my beautiful, colorful landscape grey scaled and sized to fit the constraints of its environment. But that's ok. Because I am not an elevator pitch. I will never be an elevator pitch. I am a chapter book scribbled in a notebook with pages ripped out. It may take longer and be clunkier than I want it to be, But I will get my message across if you take the time to listen. And that is okay with me.” - Not An Elevator Pitch