Staying True to Yourself (While the World Keeps Turning)

When I wake up, each and every morning, I sit up in bed, stretch my arms to expose my complete wingspan and let out a big ole yawn. Sound familiar? I basically play out the opening scene to an average feel-good rom-com set in the mid-2000s. Cue up a pop-rock tune with a catchy hook, am I right?!

Where the plots part ways into a storyline unique to myself is when I toss my frayed Philadelphia Eagles comforter off to the side, spin my legs from the bed to the floor and take a look down at my upper thigh. Peeking out from underneath my…