Choices

Apparently the Universe has decided one of my mantras -- "It's all about choices" -- must be tested once in awhile. Or perhaps the Great Organizing Principle (GOP -- yeah, yeah, yeah, no Republican affiliations, we covered that before) has decided my smug statement constitutes hubris, and for that I must suffer.

Well... not suffer, exactly. In fact, at the moment, I'm having an awful lot of fun. But as I dance on the edge of the precipice (and for once, not alone -- if that doesn't double the guilt, I'm not a good Catholic girl at heart), I just know the other shoe's gotta drop. And I'm afraid when it does, it's going to make an awful loud bang.

Maybe that's a good thing, though. Maybe I need to shake up my becalmed life. Maybe I should tell my conscience to just shut the hell up for once, let go, and celebrate what (and who) passes by without counting the cost BEFORE I gotta pay.

I'm gonna try, anyway. I'll let you know how it works out.