It’s a random day, you get the mail and as you begin to sort through the endless junk mail…there it is…Jury Summons. The heart feels like it’s dropped to your gut and you quickly open to figure out which week has to be dipped in chaos. Lots of words run through your mind. The first thought, how can I get out of it?

Ai and photography, like a thorn in my side or an itch I can’t quite reach. Which photo is real? While those filtered “bold glamour” photos, and altered views of you are fun; in 50 years, how will this altered view impact you when your memory fades?

There have been moments in my life that have occurred when I questioned everything, when a different choice would have changed my future and existence. Is it fate, coincidence, or luck? You tell me.

I used to think of failure as a negative thing. Now it’s a part of my growth. I try and learn from it. Previously, I would go dark, critical, and become that OVER analyzing everything I did — person. I still become my own private drill sergeant and critic, but I try not to be too hard. It’s not easy and negative Nellie and I could go rounds.

I’ve received a ticket for a car I no longer own. The DMV in California says it’s mine. Is the car still mine? How far down this rabbit hole do I want to travel?

There is a saying adapted from the Scottish Poet, Robert Burns, it's often quoted as “the best laid plans of mice and men gang all agley “ meaning that no matter how well you make plans, the whole thing can go spectacularly wrong anyway. I always called it Murphy’s Law.