Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Round and Round
Stop this merry-go-round! I want to get off! Ever have that feeling? I get it every now and then. As a kid, I'd say Faster! Faster! Faster! I'd see just how fast I could get my bike moving down 'college hill', skidding and bring up sand and lots of dust at the bottom, or how fast I could get those steel runners of my sled streaking down the backyard hill and across Gulliver's icy surface. Life seemed to be a blur, and I liked it like that. Go! Go! Go! Never look back! Well, in retrospect that's how I remember it. It probably just creeped by, but as a early teen that's how it seemed to go down. These days, I like a gentle pace in my days, fully under control, but that not how it seems some days. Some busy mornings, it's more like that childhood's playground toy, a bit out of control, attempting to whip me off. It's a bit unsettling, till it's over. Anyone else have mornings like this, or is it just me? It often is.