A fur for 16 years and rarely posting journals, this being one of a handful.. anyways, my heart and my head are apart, separated by my soul's desire. My body along for the ride. Is this internal conflict some type of whatever for the goal of happiness? I really don't know. But... Somehow... It is not knowing that is bringing me happiness. Perhaps then I am complacent with myself... But whatever I am feeling, it is splitting up me. Not "splitting me up" as that would imply I know myself well. So here I float above myself as I type tonight on my phone: the words flowing out like a conversation to a colleague. Maybe we are. So I hope I can find a friend as I transition my head to my heart after 16 years and become the woman I've always wanted to be.