Ever the student of the "wtf was I thinking?" school of self actualization, I read through some of my most recent posting.
Seems everything comes in one of two flavors:
1. Serious Life Issues bumming me out.
2. Motivational pep talks to myself.
Not a whole lot in between.
Turns out that I'm feeling a lot like the sluggish late season fattened caterpillar about to spend the last of her energy spinning a cocoon. You know the story about the caterpillar who doesn't have any idea she will emerge as a butterfly and is not in the best frame of mind? She's got practical things on her mind about not being eaten, frozen, baked, or smooshed. The butterfly thing is a pretty long shot in her mind, but she's going through the motions regardless.
yeah...just like that.
Oh, please don't let me be smooshed, discovered by a small child, or worse, put into an ornithologist's collection.