November 29
ENDLESS PASTA
Having limits in a seemingly limitless universe makes me feel horribly inadequate. I am a sad little creature in the face of overwhelming tasks. Pressure and unwarranted ego compress my ability and eager disposition. I am forced to see there are chores outside my qualifications and willingness. Going on in the face of crushing requirements extrudes my life force into a plateful of capellini lying exposed with no gravy to keep me warm. It is hard to realize, in this world of wonder and delight a plate of naked spaghetti can’t do it all.
Put a penny in your sock.
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Relay
I have waited so long for the chase, the trap,
the dig a ditch for safety, to be over and here we are;
ringed, safe and surrounded.
Now the sweet work of living the life
we have striven for, striven to.
I now long to be my best, do my best,
for you are the best for me and I am the best for you.
I tense and press against the blocks;
the race I wish to run,
but all I knew was to wait.
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You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault