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I made a blog....

...and then I ignored it. Neglected it. Dropped it from my radar. None of that was purposeful, it was only a continuation of the way I've continually chosen as the path for life to play out for me. But I'm realizing more and more the tremendous power of choice. And the fact that choices are always available to us regardless of if we are even conscious of that fact. That not being conscious is a choice in and of itself. That we actually do contain within our twisted strands of DNA, the power to regain consciousness, unless we have been placed into a medically induced coma which I doubt applies to anyone reading this today. Today I choose to allow my words to momentarily make an appearance just above the surface of the water, like a drowning man whose face suddenly becomes visible in the center of a lake, whose thrashing limbs break the calmness with a splash from beneath, accompanied by a gasping breath. "Live!" something shouts within him. "Breathe!" Do not descend again only to succumb to the quiet space below. There is life beyond the film that has formed on this life. You can skim off that thick layer that separates the delicious silkiness of a glass dish of chocolate pudding, from this world airiness, that layer that forms as the pudding cools, resembling the tautness of a colorful balloon, resisting the force of the spoon that attempts to split it open in order to enjoy that lovely handmade treat. Pick up the spoon and dive in. Swim to the shore and climb out. Start again. Put those feed dogs up and press the pedal to the floor. Come back with a mighty roar with a vengeance, armed with a serving of pudding and a spoon. Napkins, of course, are only optional. You can revel in the messiness to come.