My life is ripe with choices. Some of these choices are fat on the vine: juicy, sun-kissed, and just waiting for me to reach out and pluck them. These maturated choices are easy – shall I have chicken and rice for dinner, or that container of cream cheese frosting? They are also often just plain obvious – should I stay up until 4:30 a.m. reading The Hunger Games, or should I try to get some sleep? (The answer is to read, of course. The answer is always to read.)