Do you ever find yourself in a situation or place in your life where you stop and ask yourself “How in the FUCK did I get HERE?” Like waking up in a field, wet, dirty and naked with no memory of what brought you to this field. You look slowly all around you for some sign, some answer or some person to explain it all, but there is none, just this vast field.

What decisions and twists of fate brought me to this place in the world. How did I manage to find, once again, the path I thought I had abandoned, the part of me I wanted to be done with….outgrown.

What strange forces are at work inside of me that make me veer from the course, with unconscious steps back in to the briar patch of life? Who is in charge, in those small moments when decisions are made without realization? Moments that slip by like a little garden snake while I am busy studying the dandelions. Who is she and why is she fucking with me?