Come on, I’m going to  be real here. Sometimes I wish I had a best friend like Ethel who would run away with me and never come back…sort of like a Thelma and Louise trip but with a different ending. Sometimes I wish I was the kind of person who never felt like giving up, who never procrastinated, who always had a spotless house and dressed like Mrs. Cleaver. And sometimes I wish I could just be me knowing my uniqueness is the way God made me, and all I had to do was live my life while following Him. But NO, my mind tends to get lost in self-deprecating…