There are very, very few things about which I am certain.  Frankly, when I signed a one-year lease I nearly had a panic attack.  How could I possibly know I was going to be in one city for a year?  And, actually, I wasn’t.  My 5 weeks in SD comes right at the end of my lease.

Recently I’ve been thinking a lot about why I’m pro-choice, if I could or would go through with an abortion, and if these things really matter.  The only thing I know for sure is that, ultimately, I like having options.  Oh, sure, sometimes I go on and on about how I can’t choose anything because what if I make the wrong decision and I do tend to agonize over really small things but really, really I like knowing that there are options.

Options.  I guess that is why I work for Planned Parenthood and believe in what they do.  They aren’t really about absolutes it is really about presenting information and options so people (men and women) can make responsible decisions that are right for them.  I’m really not about absolute certainty.  I just don’t trust it.

I haven’t been doing too much crafting or cooking lately.  Mostly, I have to admit, I’ve been sitting around feeling a little paralyzed by my own life.  Maybe it was turning 25, but I feel like I’m going through another spurt of growing pains (well, emotional ones anyway, although the midwest food is taking a toll…)  Growing up is a b*tch you know?  And, like I said, I just never feel certain that things will work out… so many options, so few guarantees so much to agonize over…