There is a frustrating disconnect in the way people give advice and how they receive it, particularly the guidance of our own logic.  We know exactly what we ought to do in any given situation, yet we promptly disregard the healthier side of our conscience to pursue something a little more thrilling.  We spend our whole lives shaping our value system with the good advice of friends, family, and other respected voices, only to knock it to the ground when we most need it.  We're all funny like that.  I'm funny like that, and I really hate it when I ought to know better, but proceed aimlessly.  And I start to forget where I even wanted to be in the first place.  I think that's the point I'm at right now.  I'm starting to get a little lost.  And to be honest, I'm too ashamed to ask for any more directions, since I haven't been taking them to heart.  

It seems that I get tangled in these kinds of thoughts a little over a week before my period begins (cover your ears, boys...).  Some like to call this "PMS," a sweet, little acronym for a not-so-sweet condition, however true its existence may be.  Stay tuned for next month's web of thoughts...same time, same place.