The flaws, the quirks, the absurd irregularities, all the painfully awkward bits that come with your off-center brain, walk into a room and own them with a cocky smirk.
Easier said than done, right?
A real challenge of spirit, I’d call it. A challenge I’ve rarely had the guts to meet full on.
That changes tomorrow.
A week in DC awaits me and my obtuse mind on Tuesday. I plan to strut into the city cocksure and kooky, with nary an apology for Chloe Stowe to be found.
Nobody else would have the guts.
Until Wednesday, August 21…