…it feels like to be in my shoes today is like my comments on these posts–for some strange reason (I don’t know if this is new or just that I’ve never paid attention before) there is a question mark above my name. It is reminiscent of my state of mind today and I think it suits my questioning persona these past few days as I struggle with my own sense of identity as friend, mother, student, barber, lover and writer. Why do we flounder in some roles and excel at others?
There is a question mark above my head. I hope it stays.