“I’m going to go here or there.”

“I’m going to do this or that.” (I’m a big fan of announcements)…

“I’ve got it all figured out!”

Tiffany’s epiphanies, my friends used to call these (usually) late night declarations. Most folks probably just ignored me, or just believed that I would eventually do whatever I said I was going to do.

But one day , someone actually did respond, and the words have forever stayed with me. (I suppose “haunted me” would be a bit dramatic, so I’ll spare you, as I’m sure there’s plenty more drama to come). My college roommate, Elizabeth T., had a boyfriend whose name escapes me. I was jibber-jabbering about everything I was going to do and where I was going to go … which wasn’t very much and not very far at that point, as my main interests were Natural Lite, boys, and hair bands. This boyfriend just turned to me and said, “Tiffany, you’re the goingest person who never gets anywhere.” Those words have been with me ever since. So now, at 45, I’m going.

As we say in the South, “Hey y’all watch this!”