Cara Rosalie Olsen

My mind is kaleidoscopic; bits of color here, a sparkle there, thousands of pieces of potential. Mostly, though, it’s rough terrain without much navigable or visual continuity. I struggle with indecision and ambivalence, fraught with the desire to do “this” just as much as “that,” and ultimately become so terribly overwhelmed with choosing the correct answer, that I bury myself under “neither.” The process goes something like this: thinking, thinking, thinking, idea! Bad idea . . . throw idea out, thinking, thinking, thinking, exhausted, snuggled around a bag of pita chips in bed