Where do you go with your broken heart in tow?

Lots of questions today. Am I in the right place? Am I doing the right things? What are the right things? What are my goals in life? What the hell am I doing?

Too many questions for a lifetime let alone an afternoon. What brought this on you ask? Unsure. I'm still recovering from the baby bunny trauma. Kicking myself now for not rushing the little soul to the wildlife hospital that I have now researched and know the exact location and phone number of for future reference. Why do I have such guilt over the lives of small woodland creatures? Why does the preventable loss of life of one small cottontail have me questioning my complete existence?

Guilt. It's a powerful motivator but is it motivating me for the right reasons? It's something I've struggled with my entire life. Ever since watching "The Brave Little Toaster" as a wee girl I've had issues with giving feelings to inanimate objects and thus having major guilt when forced to throw things away. Note to parents, do NOT let your children watch this movie.

But which came first, the chicken or the egg? The confused emotional toddler or the heartwarming Disney movie that caused her to want to save crickets and feed them Twinkies??? (Wall-E is quite possibly the most beautiful and heart wrenching story of all time, rent it now and bring the Kleenex.)

Maybe I'm just over emotional. Maybe I want to save the world. Yes, yes to both. But how to save the world? The root of my question. How to direct my emotion and heart to an avenue that will leave me filled with answers, not questions?

TBD I guess. In the meantime I'll keep feeling and crying over baby bunnies in hopes that my heart and my tears will not lead me and my doggies astray.

On completely different notes:

Today is my dad's birthday. I've never been so grateful to have him so close to me. It makes me feel warm inside. Who randomly decides they want to clean out his daughter's gutters on his birthday? My Dad, that's who. He loves me that much.

I recently found out that they've cancelled my new favorite show, The Chicago Code. I'm really depressed over this. Sometimes you need junky TV to get through the heavy in life. And I really had a crush on officer wasaki. Now I'll have to fork over the money to watch trashy vampire porn on HBO again this summer. True Blood. Amazing.

Google the title of my blog. Tegan and Sara. Equally Amazing.