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I don’t believe in ironing bed sheets or jeans (or owning an iron at all),
leaving shopping carts willy-nilly all over the grocery store parking lot,
or saving that back-of-the-cupboard bottle of wine for an unspecified special
occasion.
I see no sanctity in staying quiet and standing down, working hard
just to play even harder (if ever), or avoiding the Eiffel Tower when the lights
dazzle and spark on the hour each night simply because it’s an undeniable
tourist trap.
I put no faith in stilettos or glass ceilings. Saving face or original sin. Promises
to grab lunch soon. New Year’s resolutions or diets that start (next) Monday.
Guilty pleasures or hidden talents. Day planners or tomorrow as a hope or
guarantee.
