I don’t know what eliminates wrinkles or what food plan works best for what body type. I don’t know how to do math problems in my head, how to use apostrophes correctly, or what the heck a semicolon is for. I can’t tell you where Kentucky is or where most of the other 50 states are in relation to each other. And I have the most extreme opposite of a photographic memory.

The point is there are so many things I don’t know. There are things I’m not wise enough to be right about. I have a million limitations and in one way or another I am humbled by those limitations everyday.

And yet… here I am a functional adult (with a cute dinosaur stuffie my daughter bought me) making my own way after a friendly divorce, raising a daughter mostly alone (a teen nonetheless), maintaining a long distance relationship…

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