The scales
I'm on the cusp of 36. Born a cusp: Libra nearly Scorpio. Born late nearly late for everything; deadlines, work, appointments. Forever on the cusp of something or another. Born chasing my tail. Runner of circles, wizard of procrastination. Typical Libra tipping the scales back and forth, back and forth until I'm crazy, sick or both. I'm not where or whom I thought I'd be. I'm not truly sure I ever knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I'm still growing up. 36 yet juvenile in many ways, childlike in other aspects, with a good portion of old woman knit into one big, colorful, afghan. Stubborn. Accepting. Smart. Stupid. Happy. Sad. Proud. Ashamed. Humanitarian. Hate-atarian. Well rounded like a spinning top. Just like we have no idea we are being born I too live life with no real idea of what's going on. A mental drifter, a flighty piece of fabric who rides the ever-changing breeze, though other times a heavy bolder not easily moved. I hate ch...