My doctor has no idea what the thing on my arm is. I'm supposed to "keep an eye on it". I feel like I'm in a bad 1950's sci-fi thriller. A possible urban legend in the making... Stay tuned.

I'm at a point in my life where so much is in limbo. I'd spent so much time waiting for what I thought was inevitable, that I'd neglected to make any plans. I've finally come up for air to find that I'm completely alone in the water with no land in sight. It's not that I can't swim. I was a solo swimmer for a long time. I was fine. It's just that I had stopped counting on swimming alone. My dreams had all been expanded, appended, and now I'm in the process of trimming them back down. That's a sad job. There is a fine line between solitude and loneliness. It's all a matter of attitude; I know. I'll be fine. I always am.

My life is as amazing as I let it be.