Confession: I might be Darth Vader

I have two rings that I love – one, I ordered from a boutique catalog after months and months of looking at it and wanting it. The other, I bought last time I was in Australia because I wanted something black.
I believe they represent the two sides of my nature –

I can be the nicest person you’ve ever met when I am with my nieces and nephews, who I adore and who are the joy of life (the white ring); or, I can be the biggest pill this side of the Mississippi when…. well, pretty much all the rest of the time (the black ring).

On Friday night, I love to get all dressed up with curly hair and heels and go to the symphony (the white ring), and on Saturday night, I like to throw on jeans and a leather jacket and go hear my favorite rock band (the black ring).

I believe in obeying, honoring and sustaining the law (the white ring), but I feel compelled to speed every time I drive, even when I am not in a hurry (the black ring).

This could go on all day…there are a plethora of examples of these two sides, but the point today is a confession: I have turned to the “Dark Side.”

I’ve been an anti-cola person for years – promoting the merits of drinking water and avoiding carbonation (the white ring). Until a couple weeks ago when I met with a few bumps in the road and was reminded how much I love diet Dr. Pepper and diet Coke (the black ring). I’ve been enjoying the dark stuff ever since.

I wonder if Han Solo or Luke will come to my rescue....