Friday, May 20, 2005
Gruyere or Muenster? Dijon or plain-old-yellow? Decidedly mis-matched or perfectly coordinated? Odd, really, if you pause and consider your daily deliberations. If life is a series of questions waiting for answers, then does that mean every second not spent musing over responses is a bygone moment? Not sure. I do know that compiling my most memorable contemplative minutes inevitably draws me to my dresser: the land of PJ-possibilities. Delicious days translate to pink hearts and silly sadness calls for rockstar T-shirts meant to embolden and invigorate. Seriously. Anyone who defaults to "whatever" is missing the glamorous glitter that transpires during sleep-induced dawn.