Okay, daydream with me here so what I'm about to say doesn't sounds hokey. I knew that I'd have a son. I knew that the type of man my husband is is who I would marry. I knew that I wanted a creative, somewhat nomadic life. And according to my mom, I always knew what I liked to wear. Win. Now, things like where rent was coming from were sometimes a mystery to me. Fail. But wow, there's a plethora of things that I don't even want to know, like exactly what my days will look like. Same after same after same, no thanks.
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