Ebb & Flow...Breath & Stop...

Happy Anniversary...glad we're still speaking; can't believe it's been a day more than a year.

I felt like I was missing something, so I decided to write, but ended up reading instead. And then, it clicked...

Life has it's ups and downs, but blaming my inner-Libra, my days, weeks, months, and years make life seem like one of those carnival rides that spin so fast you stick to the wall, and come out feeling like you've been shaken like a strong martini.

Stirred, so I write.

The dates of my blog posts eerily reflect a pattern...

From day 1 - 10...life is good.

From about day 12-20...I'm a wreck.

From about day 22 through the end of the month I'm feeling like a champ...climbing the mountains of life once again.

Recognition is the first step...

Knowing helps...but overcoming is tough. In this race against time, I don't really have 8 days a month to be CRAZY...and that's in addition to the 5-7 that I can't escape. In essence, I'm a nut half the time...light as a feather one-third of the time...and Superwoman for the rest. Guess, I'm a crazy ass eagle!

Fly, nonetheless. You'll rarely see me on the ground. I tend to coast publicly, even if nose-diving inside.

I'm running out of hair...but my chubby cheeks are filling in the space...time to make room for other things. Operation "get light" is in progress...literally and figur[atively], because mine has left the building.

The "Ambitious Girl" just let go.

Look Mom, "No Hands!"

...disappears...