I wanted a perfect ending… Now, I’ve learned the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity….

– Gilda Radner


I struggle to keep this perspective. I don’t think I’m alone in that. My life was a roller coaster for so long, but even roller coasters become a little predictable, up, down, up, down… since I’ve exited that particular roller coaster my life has been one unexpected curve and swerve and dip and high, so high, after another. I get caught up in what I call the ‘not knowing’, expecting of myself to be a fortune teller, so I can be prepared for whatever is coming next. Hyper vigilance is the other name, the clinical name, for this. But, I like ‘delicious ambiguity’ so much better than ‘not knowing’.

I have to keep reminding myself that in my story my end will be a surprise and completely inevitable, just as it should be.


A small non sequitor:

I absolutely love this song. I found it this past spring and its bouncy beat and cute lyrics have kept me going through many hard days. It’s also helped me regain confidence in listening to and speaking French, rather than just reading it. So nice I had to share.

❤ je vous trouve un charme fou… ❤

Deliciously,

Ambiguously,

Audaciously,

Allie