#08: Two nights before the wedding my script was unfinished. In tears, I said, “Who am I to officiate a wedding? Who am I to think I’m qualified?” Not 24 hours later, the Universe gave me a get-out-of-jail-free card. I was set on fire. (Quite literally, thanks to a resort buffet.) After two hospitals, two hours, and one surgeon, I had every reason to walk away. But here’s to doing the darn thing ANYWAY. Here’s to just being courageous.

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