The older I get, the more I realize that wisdom is kind of a myth. I thought I had a little when I was twenty. I thought I had more when I was thirty, but looking back I realized how naive my twenty-year-old self really was.
Some day, I figure I’ll look back at the me from today when I’m forty or fifty or seventy-two, and realize I was as dumb as a bag of dirt.
In the meantime, for posterity, I’m going to record a few things I think I know here on this blog.
Starting with:
If someone doesn’t do things my way, that doesn’t mean she’s doing things the wrong way.
