Elton John Never Said It Was Easy

While a friend of mine mourns the death of a son and another is celebrating the birth of one, I am wedged somewhere in between, wrapped in a thick woolly scarf, stalked by a persistent case of the common cold. Typically when I'm sick I find myself slightly more emotional than usual, and considering that I am usually slightly more emotional than the average person anyway, I feel pretty screwy in la cabeza! All of this death, life, and illness has me coughing and wondering, who am I and where do I fit in? Am I just some crazy party chick that lives like a rock star understudy most weekends? Am I the introspective writer I portray myself to be scribbled amidst my humble blog posts? Am I simply the girl who schedules edit sessions at work between answering phone calls and accommodating the needs of others? What I would really like to know is, am I hopeless or hopeful?

I don't know, but if I had to guess I'd go with D, all of the above. Life seems to be based on a variety of complexities that allows many identities to flourish while sub sequentially creating an adjustable image of self. This realm of being grants the potential to achieve goals set against the edge of which your imagination conceives, or fail miserably at haphazard attempts of salvation, resulting in a defeated state of absolute nothingness. It's the devil vs angel contrast. Good vs evil. Life and death. A little bit country, a little bit rock and roll. Living in the unknown, and having a bad ass case of the sniffles, makes me very aware that I am living within life's rotation. Stupid circle.