To say that I live in a state of conflict would be putting it mildly. Nearly every waking moment of my day is a testament to just how badly I deal with conflict. I can’t help it; I’m a Libra. Oh, I know, astrology is for the (fill in the blank here) but there may be some truth to the trouble with Libras when it comes to me. “Me? You want me to decide where we should go to dinner? Um, what sounds good to you?” This inner battle with the conflicting benefits of say, Pad Thai and Lobster Bisque, make me an interesting date. Throw a movie into the mix and you may as well just plan on the decision-making process taking longer for me than you ever thought possible. The problem is, regardless of the amount of time I spend conflicted, I am no better at resolving it today, than back when deciding which Geranimals best coordinated. For me, the conflicts between two choices are just as difficult to resolve as the conflicts between two people. I like to think of it as an art, but we all know that art is in the eye of the beholder.
Okay, I’ll be the first to admit it, I am not a great housekeeper. No Martha Stewart or Mrs. Cleaver merit badges for this girl. I’ve been known to say that a person won’t catch any diseases at my house, but it’s not all that clean. In fact, it is pretty much always a fine balance between the organized and disorganized chaos. Junk mail and Legos appear to be my nemeses. But I do try to keep the hygiene level at least close to “acceptable.” Continue reading