I got here, today, now, by putting one foot in front of the other. Well, sometimes crawling, dancing, skipping, and falling off a cliff.
Life throws everything at us, in dribs and drabs or as a water balloon hitting the target at a dunk tank, immersing us, drowning us, drenching.
I went through life joyously dancing the Samba, or writhing, parched for a drop of hope in a desert of despair.
I have had time-outs, experienced being fired; numerous times, and rode a wave of creating revolutionary special interest tours: which didn’t pan out, and left me bereft.
I have stayed awake for years, closing my eyes for an hour, only to bounce back up with burning eyes in a painful body. Sleep eluded me.
I have crashed, remaining in bed for weeks, burrowed into my covers, blocking out life. Hopeless.
Shutting out the world.