For some reason I don’t seem to know weather or not I am falling or rising. Am I spinning out of control or standing perfectly still with a sense of absolute self awareness? Where is my head have I dropped it again? Are those my feet? These fingers seem to be mine but do they really belong to me? I am not so sure. I say to myself that I am a woman of many roles. Now I just sound like I am some dramatic, diluted, balemic, self absorbed, petty, neurotic, actress that believes that life is acting in many roles. I assure you I am not. I suppose I should use a better word than “roles”. I take many forms in my life.