I am procrastinating.
Thinking about life and love and killing time.
Do you ever think that things happen for a reason? (Cliche I know. I will pretend you are not mocking right me now.)
My high school english teacher made us do a research paper on our theories of life... destiny versus free will. He was the same man who gave me detention every day for refusing to tuck in my shirt. Clearly I had made my choice.
Sitting here, procrastinating, having collapsed on the couch after spending the better part of the hour dancing around my apartment in my underwear, on all that has been and could be, I am not so sure.
If we wove all the little moments of life together like the quilt my grandmother made me before she died which has since been lost, all those moments of love and loss, conviction and collapse, I bet it all those might make sense.
And in the future when we choose to jump or we hesitate, maybe those moments will all make sense too.
I am seriously overworked... and obviously a little delirious and even reading this back to myself I am pretty sure that it is just a bunch of ramblings. But I am going to post it anyway - because I am exhausted and hoping someone else will regale me with their theories of life for a change.
Come on...fill me in...I'll take notes.