baby steps

here i am. i am creating a blog when i "should" be reading about the effects of hypo- versus hypertonic solutions on the extracellular versus the intracellular fluid compartments in the human body. but i am not. i have an artist's heart and a scientist's mind, and cannot fully seem to reconcile the two. for over a year now, i have been spending my days taking the necessary prerequisite classes to get into med school... but at night when i dream, i am not a nurse or a doctor--i am a singer, a painter, a collage artist... i create rather than diagnose.

what to do? there is a bz (a nickname--my real name is robin) inside urging me to don a white lab coat, and another one insisting that i throw off my shoes, cast aside my textbooks, and cover myself in glue and pretty paper.

perhaps i can do both, but i feel as though i must begin to choose one direction or another. in my mind, one path is secure, comfortable, and dark while the other is rocky, exciting, and bright. here is where i begin to find my way. here is where i leap from my nest and... fly?