It’s like I am a fish in water. Or at least I always thought I was a fish.<\/p>\n
But the water drained away.<\/p>\n
And I thought I would die. Then I realized I was an amphibian.<\/p>\n
I am a sad amphibian. But I’m breathing.<\/p>\n
I miss the water.\u00a0I used to zip around with purpose. I could swim and swoop and loop-de-loop. \u00a0If I saw a predator I could get the hell out of there, fast and smart and invincible.<\/p>\n
Now? I am stuck in the mud. And the mud is cracking on the edges.<\/p>\n
I feel like I’m cracking on the edges too.<\/p>\n
My passion has always been a part of me. But it has dried up. Fear and famine left me here.<\/p>\n
It used to be so easy. The distance I could cover with a thought, the fast effortless \u00a0accomplishment…Gone. In my imagination, I can think of how it could return.<\/p>\n
But it takes so much faith. And I have to wallow a little more just to stay damp.<\/p>\n
Let it rain. Oh let the rain come.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s like I am a fish in water. Or at least I always thought I was a fish. But the water drained away. And I thought I would die. Then I realized I was an amphibian. I am a sad … Continue reading