Sometimes in life, we find ourselves tied up in mess.
Perhaps it’s a big mess.
And when we end up in aforementioned life mess, rarely is it “on purpose.”
Actually it reminds me of one of my favorite childhood responses when questioned about why I ate dog food/made my sister stick her tongue to a frozen iron pole/blended up a spatula in a batch of zucchini brownies…
“Um, it was an accident.” [Read more...]