Hard day. Mentally jarring day. Feel like I’m coming down off a Rocky Mountain high. Too much too do. Too much to think about. Too much, yet not enough.
Wish I were one to budget time. But time means little, and I’m better balanced on the edge. It’s just that I don’t move forward, backward, anywhere at all it seems. I only wave my arms about and manage to stay on the line.
And worry, when inevitably, I’ll fall off.
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I hope you’re wearing a safety harness?
We sure ask ourselves to do some pretty precarious things, don’t we? Like balancing indefinitely on that fine line. Of course, just like you’ve already said, we will always, eventually, have to let go. Which isn’t always as terrible as we might expect. Sometimes we actually manage to land softly.