Tumbling into Twenty-Three
Last year I wrote a post about turning twenty-two, with a few tendencies still trickling over from twenty-one and some from years before that. I'll turn twenty-three on Wednesday, and I'll have to sit cross-legged in front of my small group, Bubbly in one hand, Bible in the other, and I'll blush from the birthday song and answer the birthday question: What is something you have learned in the past year? In the spirit of anti-procrastination (and frankly not wanting to look a fool), I thought I'd start brainstorming. A week ago, I was turning across traffic from 146th to 131st in Carmel, one hand on the wheel, one hand picking microwaveable Healthy Choice Meal Chicken Pesto out of my still-gappy teeth. The dentist told me my wisdom teeth would come in and push all my teeth together so I wouldn't need braces, but I'm fully wisdom-toothed and alas, no movement. As I took a risky turn and nearly found myself T-boned by a suburban mom in her Suburban XL, I sighed. I ...