I recently discovered my journal I wrote in 1995.  After flipping through its pages I said a prayer of gratitude.  I am so very, very thankful Facebook – or any form of social media – was not around in 1995.  Whew!   I’m sure instead of venting in a private journal I would have shared – overshared – because that’s what geniuses do.   See, in 1995 I labored under the mistaken notion that I was some kind of undiscovered and untapped smarty pants.  Now eighteen years later I can assure you that was not the case.  I also discovered my claim of being a “much better speller before spell check” is completely unfounded.

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