I demand a do-over

When my nephew, Taylor, was a kid, he used to cheat at board games. He's always been super competitive, and he figured out that if he didn't like the cards he had, Grandma would let him re-deal. I don't know about you, but I've often wished life were like that.

How many times have I traded in my Ace of spades for a two of clubs? Don't you wish you could look at the hand you're dealt, decide you don't like it, and demand new cards?

But I suppose life would be less well, life, if we knew what was coming or if we could control the outcome. Sometimes it's in the not knowing that we grow the most. Sometimes it's in the playing through the crappy hand that we learn what we're made of. And sometimes we get lucky and get dealt a full house, only to realize too late that we've stupidly traded some cards away.

I demand a do-over. I want new cards.