Dear Life. Stop being a dick. K thx.

When I was 19, I went back to my high school to pick something up. I had Morgan with me. She was about 6 months old. As I was walking down the hallway, my favorite teacher passed me, chuckled, and said, "Hey J.P.! Do you have life right now or does it have you?" I didn't answer. I just smirked and rolled my eyes.

I've never forgotten those words. In fact, I've probably reposted this story half a dozen times in the near decade I've kept an on again off again journal. Today is one of those days where the words flashed through my mind again.

Everything is so chaotic lately and I've been overwhelmed and off balance for quite a while now. Sometimes I feel like I'm playing tug-o-war for control of my life. I'm not sure who is on the other end. Perhaps it's life itself. That bastard is pretty strong.

Maybe if I just let go of the rope he'll fall and bust his ass. That would be awesome.