Don’t Judge Me
It’s early morning. I am the only one up. Even my dogs are snoring on the couch. I am looking at my emails. I am drawn to a particular email. I know it is not the right time for, shall we say, this type of adventure. It’s tempting. Do I open it? It could cause problems. I continue down the emails and delete all but that one. Yet, that email continues to beckon me to open it. If I do open it, I know it will open a can of worms. In other words, trouble. I decide to peek. What will it hurt? No one will know. I open the email. There are pictures of my candidates. An electric wave of excitement runs through my body as I read what each candidate has to offer me. This one loves the cold weather. Loves the outdoors—a win for someone who lived…