Something just doesn’t feel right about sitting on stadium bleachers with 100 other people when you’re 300 feet underground.
My Mom always tells people that I am her child that saw everything as either black or white and my brother tended to see things a little more grey. When you look at things as only right or wrong, it makes life easy, you don’t have to think, you just do the right thing. Recently though, I’ve been finding myself in a world that’s turning more and more grey, and to be honest it’s kind of uncomfortable. It feels as if I’m in a constant state of searching for answers, but there isn’t always a right answer. (more…)