amidst the chaos of thesis writing, wedding planning & the next stage of my life (naturopathy interviews) i think to myself...wow, maybe my migraines are telling me to chill out.
but why would they have been doing that when i was a child throwing my toys around with no cares in the world?
and why have some of the worst ones hit while i was in the most relaxed state of mind possible?
is it the good stress/bad stress schtick where both forms attribute to the same physiological response?
maybe we can blame this all on the advent of the magic nursary doll who's diaper, once submerged in water, would tell you the gender of the child & it's name. all of which blew our MINDS as children.
yes...maybe that's where this all started. too many great toys.
