There is a time when things are passed a certain point and really too late to mend… There’s a lot of that going on at the moment, old ones, new ones, ones in progress. A lot of goodbyes and some tears, trying to come to terms with things and letting go. At times my life seems to resemble an episode of one of Grey’s Anatomy just less glamourous but the same kind of drama. It’s time to move on if you don’t get the results you were looking for or were hoping to find. Reflection is good from time to time: it takes away the pink and throws you right back into reality. So I feel like cutting the Gordian knot and as soon as I do I start to have doubts again.

It would’ve been so much easier if I was born a squirrel, at least I would be able to make me laugh…

I saw one earlier today crossing the street, hopping in the middle of the road,tempting an oncoming car to run it over and swiftly hopping away with a grin on its snout