Dear Life,

If you are an ocean...I dunno when to surf and when to paddle and when to build a boat and when to just sunbathe. Or no, wait--are you the dance floor, love is the rhythm and God is the DJ? (am I supposed to do only boogie? can I ask God to play the DNA remix of "Tom's Diner"?) Or no, wait--if life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans, then...should I be making other plans? Or no plans? Or no, wait--if life is short, but it is wide, then are you...a fat girl? That's cool.

Love,
Liz