Learning kindness seems to be my mission in this life. When I’m in my natural full-on workaholic mode, I default to steamroller so easily that I’m not sure if I’ll ever really learn that lesson.
But in my next life, I want to work on being smart and kind -- the type of smart and kind I see in the public face of David Brooks. I’m not saying I’m stupid but my intelligence leans toward the street and heart and not books. I want to be so smart in history and politics and literature that David Brooks will want to marry me. Late in life. Not to raise a family although I’ll love his grown kids. But to talk and drink tea and walk Manhattan.