Relief?

I must admit relief. Dems. take the House and Senate; Bush declares marshal law...

The flood I was hoping for came in a different form. The river is receding and the roads are being shoveled. School has not been canceled.

Words and emotions are clogging my esophagus. At this point, I have given my emotions characters in the saga of my semi-comic existence. Today they are folk dancing in wooden shoes.

Perfection is one of those ten-lettered words that gets to me. I cannot concede that I am the only female who is constantly in a battle. Women are less prone to corruption- only if there aren't chocolate cupcakes involved. Our battles are more silent types. I reflect on my lack the lack of fulfillment in my daily life. Perhaps I am trying to do too much. Be smart, but if I could be smart in a more analytical way, that would really be more convenient. Be driven to succeed, but don't succeed so much that it would take me away from a hypothetical family. Be committed and reasonable. What am I supposed to be committed to: a loose promise; my dreams; my fatality? and please not forget to be beautiful, flexible, serene, nurturing, artistically inclined.

This is, perhaps, my didactic rant or it is the elephant that won't stop following me around.