I don’t need a miracle
But I could use a push
in the right direction.
— the prophet clyne
A timely reminder along the trail yeserday: Sometimes the wheels come off. Deal with it.
Five hours of celery juice tomorrow. I envision a horrible scenario in which case I’m halfway through a Hallmark Christmas movie in my little cubicle when my time is up. I will be forced, kicking and screaming, to leave before finding out if the woman from the big city who has returned reluctantly for Christmas will choose to return to her dull lawyer boyfriend in the big city or move back to her hometown to be with her free-spirited high school boyfriend.
It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon, they say. So I’m just looking at is as a five-hour marathon followed by a lot of puking. And a free entry fee! Just like the old days. I hope they’re offering tote bags.
You never know what’s around the corner. The important thing is to keep moving. That’s how the next six months will be. Relentless forward progress, no matter how slow. I don’t need a miracle; just a push in the right direction.
Sometimes the wheels fall off. Deal with it.