Undone.

Imagine a ball of yarn.

An organized mess.

Easily tangled.

Easily unraveled.

Start at one end.

Push the ball and let it roll,

Unfolding and crinkling into weird shapes as it glides across the floor.

Decisions:

Not easily made.

The effects can be catastrophic.

They also can be wonderful.

Decisions often walk the tight rope of wonderful and terrible. Eventually falling to one side and staying there.

T is indecisive.

Always choosing and then going back on it.

It seems impossible to make an informed decision.

It also seems all too often the "answer" is to decide for myself. I will always find a way to be happy.

I haven't always made the right decisions, but I have also never made a drastically wrong decision either.

So where does that put me?

Somewhere between good and bad?

Between right and wrong?

My ball of yarn is an informed decision.

The unraveling is a breaking point. The climax, a new twist to the story.

How do I roll my ball of yarn back up into the organized mess that I had once created?

The eally important question is; Can I make a sweater afterward?

Up and down; Here and there,

T.

Orgin, al & tea

First rule of yoga simplified:

Offense is an inward decision.

A lack of understanding in one's self.

Understanding;

Miss T.

• Blunt

• Out spoken

• Responsible (most of the time)

• Desperately seeking to be original

• Dreamer

• Closet romantic.

When understanding myself do I understand why I get offended (when I do, which doesn't happen very often)?

Change. Someone pointing out changes I need to make. Or being offended by someone who has already made the change. Being drastically effected by something just happening rather than making the decision to make it happen.

On my second birthday I sat on the counter of my parents bathroom with a pair of scissors in my hand. Even though I would never admit publicly to committing such a crime to my mother, I remember it vividly. I recall knowing just how much trouble I would be in if i touched my long dark hair with the blade, but I took matters into my own hands and changed things myself. I made the decision to change something drastic in my two years of life. I placed the scissors right above my left ear and cut away. My mother soon rushed in stopping me, and rushed me to the salon the next day. She gave me a Dorthy Hamil cut that my father adored and tries to convince me to repeat 18 years later.

I took matters into my own hands.

Changed with out being changed upon.

Why take offense when I can take action?

Offended and Evolving,

T.