As I was making dinner this evening, the thought occurred to me:
I only get one shot at life. I only get one chance.
Am I doing the most important things?
Then I looked over at Lottie barefoot on top of the counter
(that I had just set for dinner).
She was talking to herself and slathering butter on the tops of our straws
pretending the straws were girls, and the butter was their long hair.
That confirmed my answer:
Yes, Stephanie, you are doing the most important things.
