If you’re talented, the legs do what you ask of them. They stretch to scale the height your brain told you was impossible. Being talentless, I liked to keep the bar low. That way I saw more success. Problem was, my idea of low would trip an Olympic athlete with a full run, no head wind, and nothing in his path. I didn’t shy away from things the logical person would say were stupid. Probably why I was wearing a black pencil skirt, fitted blouse, a smooth and polished ponytail, and heels that made me well over six feet tall. I wanted to look like a law clerk. My guess was, I looked like an idiot. An idiot with a plan, I should probably amend. I was off to see Oscar. How was this possible when I was grounded for running around with a questionable guy my father barely knew? It all came down to Murphy’s windfall in the lottery...and a little bit of creative thinking. I told Murphy if God blessed him then he needed to bless me by ungrounding me and gifting me with my Apple products.
