Lately I've just been trying to keep my head above water.
The problem is, as soon as my head breaks the surface and I start to breathe, a shark swims by and bits my head off.
Truly, I am between a rock and a hard place--neither spot is terribly comfortable (though not life-threatening or positively destructive, but all the same both positions are damaging and scaring.
sigh
Calgon . . . take me away!!!
1 comment:
Holy neurosis, Batman! Two of my favorite topics - anxiety and metaphor - in the same expressive place. Hang in there, keep your hand on that plow, and you'll be in the pink.
Now I'll put my nose back to the grindstone.
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