Fortune Telling

My mind keeps getting interrupted by fortune-telling devices lately. Lunch at Taco Bell today offered one future predicting solution in the advice wielding sauce packets. Apparently, I have chosen wisely and the future promises to get hotter from here. Setting aside the fact that these kernels of knowledge were passed to me not by a wise Gandhi-ish figure but a weary eyed teenager who looked very much as if he had personally recognized his destiny in life was going to be confinment to the drive thru bay of this fine establishment, I decided to 100% embrace my new destiny because...

I have chosen wisely. 

I'm not much of a gambler. I drink too much when I drink. Play too hard when I play. Laugh to hard when I laugh. Love too much when I love. Knowing these facets of my personality, I worry gambling would be a vice I simply could not afford. But if I were a bettin' man, I'd back the underdog. The one scraggly horse that had the lowest odds. Sure the chances would be slim - but the payout would be fantastic. 

Not anymore, I am backing the wisest choice I have. ME. For years, my role and identity has simply been a collection of nouns. Wife, mom, boss, volunteer. But as an Ebglish tutor, I know my vocabulary consists of so many more parts of speech. 

Today I became an adjective.  Exciting, frivolous, spontaneous, frustrating.   I am embracing each and everyone today. I am backing the filly I know can win the race. Just call me National Velvet. It's not gambling when it's a sure thing. 

And that leads to my second Taco Bell nugget of knowledge - It only gets hotter from here. Fireworks explode overhead.  I'm setting my world on fire.