I Shall Believe

I am a woman of science. I love that I am made of out of some of the same stuff as the stars on the edge of our galaxy. When I look at the universe I don’t feel small, I feel whole. Science leads me. I knew  the world wasn’t going to end a couple weekends back not because the predictor was a quack, but because there was no scientific proof or even inkling of evidence to suggest such a thing. Storms, natural disasters, jet patterns, stars, they all fascinate me; the way we are all tied together on such a vast cosmic scale is almost mind blowing. And yet, I am a woman of almost unshakable faith in some of the strangest things. We all know my rituals when it comes to watching football games, but it doesn’t stop there. As a child I had a big issue with “turning around”. If I turned in a circle one way, I was not happy until I turned in a circle the other way; if I failed to equalize the turns I feared I would live the rest of my life crocked. I have grown out of that phase, but it’s one...