I have no idea what I’m doing with my life, and that’s okay, because my life is just my life, so whatever. I’m twenty-four — I’m allowed, if not expected, to have no idea what I’m doing with my life. That’s okay. I’m just a girl, not a country, not a sports franchise. I’m permitted vast uncertainty, maybe even some chaos. That’s okay.
This is not about me, this is about how you feel about the Minnesota Wild, except for the parts about me, which are really just a useful metaphor. I know I said I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, but trust me, I know what I’m doing with this metaphor.