Do you ever have those moments, rare as they may be (or often, if we are daring enough to admit it), when you say to yourself, “I am so flippin’ awesome!”? I’m gonna go out on a limb here and admit to you, every last one of you, that I definitely have those moments. Like when I (with a load of help) pulled off a surprise party for Hubs’ 30th last year. That was awesome. Or when I discovered that when my CTA tracker says the #72 is coming in 6 minutes, I have exactly enough time to toss on my coat, take the elevator (down all 2 floors), and walk 1 block east to grab the Red Eye before the bus gets there. Yep, me = awesome! I even feel awesome at work sometimes. I can’t remember any specific examples right now, but I’m sure it happens occasionally. For...
