Sometimes I waffle between the adolescent teenager who thinks he knows everything to the awkward freshman who thinks he knows nothing.
But I’m coming to a middle ground and what I’ve found along the way is my gut is usually right. Not always but usually.
The only times I’ve been wrong is when I was slightly worried about taking a risk and my gut told me to do it but was worried. It always turned out good.
So dear “gut”…as you grow in size, I hope you grow in wisdom. I’ll trust ya.