I can only imagine.

I have vivid memories of my religious youth — sitting in pews during Saturday evening teen masses. Teen mass was the mass where the cool older kids led the singing with a rugged, acoustic church band instead of the usual middle aged man.

I’d be wearing some Mischa Barton adjacent knee length skirt and polo shirt combination, hair tightly tied back in a ponytail, multiple Livestrong bracelets around my wrist.

At that point in my life, I was so curious about the future. I’d often wish so badly that I could get a sneak peak into my future — where would I be living? What…