I have been in a definite funk lately. The dirty laundry alone is evidence enough. And yet it wasn’t until I found myself in a strange predicament of my own making (which I won’t detail for lack of time and space) that I realized just what a state I am in. Sometimes I feel I am outside of myself, watching an unsteady child. I want to stop myself before I fall, but know that the hard landing will provide the impetus for change. I am in the midst of that fall…deciding just how I might land. Gently, I hope.