There's a fine line between faith and irresponsibility. But things like my heart and thoughts are slippery fish that just won't keep in my grasp. So they slip up and up and out and on which side of the line they fall on, I can never tell!

It did dawn on me today, however, that what I do need is conviction. Mel once asked me where my integrity was, not in the sense that I was a bad unscrupulous person, but that I don't quite keep together. I'm still trying to figure out if this is something that I need to counter, or simply use to my advantage. I'm thinking I need a little of both. 

But what this all leads to, is the need for a little space and time to breathe and slow down. 

Damn you, uterus, you are water to my emotional gremlin.