“Reach” screams the little voice in my head (No comments, please.), so I reach. I stretch. I stand on my mental tiptoes and extend every ounce of intellectual energy (Again…no comments.), and the only end result is the phrase I read on a friend’s facebook wall this morning… “I dream of a better world. One where a chicken can cross the road without its motives being questioned.” I know. Deep. But aren’t we all just chickens trying to get to the other side? Do we really have to be so skeptical of every spoken word? Every nod? Every glance? Every smile? Every change? Sadly, we do have to use extreme caution in a world that is seemingly growing more evil by the second, but amongst ourselves, can we please just put away the “I’m taking every little word you say as a personal attack or compromise on your part based on our/your history” attitude for the Thanksgiving and Christmas season? And if you just took this personal, you’re totally missing the point. It’s not aimed at any soul but my own.
So, that’s it. If you’re in search of profound words of wisdom to guide you on your way, sadly, you stumbled across the wrong blog today. The plain truth is I’m just a big, fat chicken trying to avoid becoming another smear of road kill on the freeway of life. The other plain truth is the traffic patterns change, so I have to change to survive them. If I dart your way (like a chicken with her head cut off), I may just be dodging a semi you don’t see. 
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