Some days I stand in the middle of the intersection.
Metaphorically, of course.
I like being at the intersection between highly creative people and more efficiency-driven people; the intersection of volunteerism and business; the intersection of work and family. Sometimes I have the knee-jerk reaction of wishing things were more consistent and stress-free, but then I remember...
When I was a kid, I used to ride my horse down the middle of the road when there were no cars around, right down that dotted yellow line.
I also used to ride my bike down the middle of the road when there were no cars around.
There is something so magical about the existing in the middle of the road, the intersections of various segments of our world.
