End of a Rope

I understand my experiences and emotions through metaphors. It is the most direct way in for me. This week I have been thinking about being at the end of two ropes, personally and professionally. In fact, I unpacked that idea with my therapist today. Thanks, Dr. B. And then like life does, I saw it in front of my face that very night at the Shriner Circus. My life does not come off as elegant and treacherous as this daring act, but it's my metaphor, right? I believe I have chosen a daring path. And the best part...after all the twirling and gasping and applause, they had to stop. They had to get down somehow. Another rope was presented, and they reached out and clung to it, letting it lead them to solid ground.


  1. Its early morning at my sister's and brother-in-law's home. The whole family, and then some, were here last night. Sometimes it was loud. Sometimes it was obnoxious. There was laughter. There were tears. It was quite emotional. Surreal, at best. Bill, my bro-in-law, as he was making me coffee this morning said, "I'm sorry for the "circus" last night," just as I was reading this post.

    I've never been a huge fan of the circus. but now, I understand it.


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