I like to think of myself as an easy-breezy kind of gal. One of those people who impulsively follows the faintest whiff of a fun idea, like a cartoon dog floating along the scent of a pie to where it is cooling on a windowsill.
But if I’m honest with myself (and you), I have to admit I am not really that person. I am someone who makes plans. I confirm numbers, I find and book restaurants, I get tickets to things in advance and I arrive embarrassingly early everywhere I go.
