BOUNDARIES AND LAWS AND ALL THAT KIND OF SHIT  <\/strong>
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The hummingbird hones in on the feeder. A bee bumbles its way around the faces of New Guinea Impatience, each hair picking up pollen like a new coat of gold dust. A sewing bug slams into the wall.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s me there, at the end; the nearsighted bug, smashing my nose on everything harder than air. Some of us, I have noticed, float free and directly. Some of us flounder to the end of our safety tether and still come away scarred.<\/p>\n

I, who don\u2019t read directions, who follow gut instinct, who wander off the main trail blazed by others, should expect to trip up and fall. But that\u2019s where I and the sewing bug differ; I consciously choose. I see the wall and still try to walk through it. I like breaking rules, even those proven by laws of physics. I, after all, am a sinker where others can swim.<\/p>\n

This last one got me good. This one time I thought I could do it. There were no hints at impossibilities, no tremulous red blinking lights. I, who hold a certain measure of intelligence balanced by experience and still drawn by curiosity, fell down the rabbit hole without warning at all. Twenty feet down I realized I had fallen. Thirty, I thought to reach out. At fifty I started to panic and at sixty, I hit with a wondrous splat that surprised even me.<\/p>\n

So there I was in a puddle of flesh and tidbits of bone and a whole lake of blood seeping out when I realized that this was just part of my learning. This was just part of my way. Yes, I will do it again. And again. And yes, it might be the real death of me yet. Someday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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