sometimes the timing is awful.
sometimes your reasons can not be adaquately explained.
sometimes your leftover catholic guilt kicks in and you think you might be making a big mistake.
but sometimes you just ignore all of that and take a whole day and a series of trains, just to go claim a square of paper, a t-shirt, and four safety pins.
then you toss and turn all sleepless night long, and crawl out of bed before it can even really be considered "morning."
because sometimes you remember your husband's favorite quote (said in morgan freeman's voice), "you either get busy living, or you get busy dying."
and you know that is the easiest choice ever.