  A Life in Not So Carefully Made Decisions I have been good at plotting,  usually in front of your face And so much of it goes back to one bright- blonde- headed girl Who taught me at fourteen that resume building was Of primo- importance.  I took her at her word.
 And now I have the following to show for it:  Many,  many depressing CDs Seven pairs of Old Navy flip- flops A book collection that will not survive another move Forty- seven names in my cell phone ( Thirty-
eight of whom have yet to reach a two year anniversary)  A four- door sedan Unpaid bills Late notices from the library and a book club A desk piled high with blank job applications,  empty yogurt containers,  soda cans,  long wilted paperwhites Frizzy hair,
 cracked heels,  eight hangnails,  dirty clothes Dark circles,  mild psychotic disorders,  anxiety,  hair twirling The thought that I did all of this to be different to avoid the normal,
 the babies,  the husbands,  the cell phones,  the four- door sedans.  Now she is getting married.
 She is in law school.  She has no idea I am writing this.  She probably got The better deal.  The boy.  The student loans.  The life that is easy to explain That still looks good on paper.
