Some things you never expect.
Getting divorced. Owning a Mac.
Earlier this week, I was talking to a friend about how all I wanted to do when I graduated from college was be a journalist. And I applied for every job I could find and was rejected at every turn. Hey, wait a minute. I’m sort of a journalist now. Go figure. When planning my career path, I could not have conceived of this one.
Walking back from Starbucks tonight, the freezing wind on my face, blowing up from the water, my fingers fucking cold, leeching warmth from my latte, I thought. Huh. I really like my life.