Some days (who are we kidding?...every day) I wish that some benevolent female Godess spirit figure (Cate Blanchette in "Lord of the Rings" would do just fine) would come down from the heavens and put up a billboard in my apartment with an agenda starting with the bullet point "Next Steps" (this is how I've been trained to end all meetings at work...). It all started when I got bored with college in my sophomore year and realized that I could no longer look to anybody to help me figure out what the next move in life would be. Since then it's been a perpetual struggle between The Program that the "normies" got (go to grad school, meet husband/wife, travel the world in Euro Disney fashion, buy house, have children...you know the drill...) and weird artist people who wander around cities like Los Angeles and New York (and maybe some in that stuff in between). Forget about making a living and having relationships, nothing prepared me for the sheer anxiety and confusion that groping around in the dark of life's choices would bring. If only someone had sat me down and told me the truth, "You're going to be alive for a period of time and unless you're willing to commit to some type of addiction, it's going to be really #$%&* confusing...so just deal with it." Trust me, that would have been much better preparation than Catechism, SAT Prep, and Drivers Ed all rolled up in one...

Just for today, life is confusing.