Friday, June 21, 2013

Who is captain of this sinking ship?

Good morning! There is a seven course breakfast awaiting you.  Your feet are cold?  Well here are some extra fuzzy slippers. You don’t need to go to work today. I have paid all the bills for the month.  Here is your fishing rod. Your chauffeur awaits in the limo outside to take you to any trout stream you wish.

I step out onto the porch but something is dreadfully wrong.  It’s dark out, and snowy and cold. BAAAAAAM! Frozen steel toe work boot kicks me in the backside and knocks me off of the slippery porch, bounce off the frozen oak tree and land in a patch of prickly rose bushes.  Yup, it’s June again and this is the transition I knew was coming.  No more face time in class, no chance of taking in practice and demo’s, no more meeting team mates to knock off a personal goal.   

So here I lie on my back, goose egg on my forehead, prickles stuck in my neck, snowy cold ground surprisingly comforting on my bruised backside.  How long do I lie here and sulk. If I stay too long I am likely to doze off and become a permanent popsicle.   

Once again chopped from the nurture of the Kwoon and the team. It is really easy to forget how to become self-sufficient.  I have been laying here in the cold snow for long enough, it’s time to change. 

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