So there's this line of pre-packaged little biscotti made by Mamma Says. About two bites per cookie, unless you're nibbling instead of biting. They resemble fortune cookies, not because they taste like fortune cookies or look like fortune cookies or get delivered along with your chinese food carryout, rather because each one comes with a "Momma Says" fortune-like saying inside.
My favorite saying so far, after eating a veritable truckload of those tasty little morsels over the years, is "Maturity is knowing when and where to be immature."
By that measure, I may be rapidly approaching full maturity. Of late, I've only had to pull my foot out of my mouth and/or apologize for my behavior once or twice a month instead of once or twice a day. Progress is good?