I still believe in the Holy Trinity, except now it's Target, Trader Joe's, and IKEA.

No matter how happy anyone is with their choices, I believe it's human nature to wonder about the path not taken.

I can't believe anyone would voluntarily run 26 miles. Sometimes I sit on the couch cross-legged because I don't feel like walking to the bathroom.

Despite my best efforts, I'm not quite perfect. Let's just say I'm like one of those Hopi blankets where they leave a tiny flaw so as to not affront the Lord.

No, it's not a 'corpse thing.' I feel I lack the emotional capacity to deal with those in mourning.

The best thing about being 45 is not taking myself so seriously. Do I miss the package I came in at 25? I do. Gravity is no one's friend. Yet the perspective I've gained is so worth the wear and tear. What would have mortified me at 25 is now simply fodder for a funny, relatable story. Also? I was a waitress at 25, and now I'm an author. Forty-five is definitely better.

Some people are destined to be deep thinkers. I am not one of those people.