No sooner do I commit to Daring to Be an Awesome Orange, when the Fates decide to test my resolve.
I won’t go into great details, because it’s a horrifically long story, but the same day I choose my Three Words was the same day I ended up getting lost on the freeways of Southern California. Again. I will post that entire story some other time, but let’s just say that while I wanted to just pull over and call a cab, I didn’t have the money for a personal driver and then that darned word kept humming inside my … read the rest. . .