I've had one of those moments when the sight of my written name seems unfamiliar to me just now.  I wonder what happens in those moments.  Did my path suddenly cross with a parallel existence, an out of body experience, or did I just momentarily loose myself.  Perhaps my identity seems strange because my future is unwritten right now.  I really don't know what the coming year will bring and it's been a long time since things have been this uncertain.  I'm not scared because I know all outcomes will bring good and bad, although in unknown amounts of each.  But I think that somehow it all evens out in the end anyway.  When the burden of hardship is heavy, the good (even when it is little) seems all that much greater.  So although the future is foggy, it also carries brightness, and I welcome it.