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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