Sometimes it feels like I am turning endless cartwheels in one spot and just not getting anywhere.
Over and over and over again.
I’m dizzy, disoriented and frustrated.
Just when I think I might begin to make progress something unexpected happens and I fall in a heap on the grass and have to start all over again.
I’d really just like to run in a straight line.
I’d like to simply sprint from one thing to the next and if there does happen to be something in my way I’d like to seamlessly hurdle that obstacle while never taking my eye off the finish line.
But I guess if I ran my life like a 100 metre sprint I’d probably miss out on some great stuff along the way.
And it would be a pretty pathetic life because I suck at running.
I guess I’ll stick to cartwheels after all.
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I walked past some kids playing soccer in a park yesterday, the only girl was on goals, with random cartwheels thrown in the dispel the boredom.
Cute. I get to feeling like that sometimes too!