… where I want to be right now, or well connected. Or satisfied and energized. Clear-headed instead of confused … pretty instead of beautiful. I may have doubts and hesitate; I may stride when a walk will do. I could be too loud, too opinionated, too sensitive, too sentimental. I wonder what took me so long; wish I handled it differently, or hope I dream another dream … if the opportunity comes my way. I look into the hole of my heart too much, wondering if it ever will be filled. I hear the songs of my soul too often, spending mornings and evenings, time in the mists. I suspend my disbelief; bury my convictions; excuse my aches and pain. I’m surprised by my ingenuity and thank God for my humanity. And when I love, I do so deeply … and madly. Which makes all the rest alright.