The truth hurts..
The Bandaid removal..
No where to go but through..
I took Lucy on an eve walk in the spritzing rain tonight. Which was actually kind of nice. The last leg of our walk was around the block before heading up Knoll. And you wouldn't believe the number of Snails on the side walks!! I mean crazy amounts, ALL over. I thought to myself, this is an interesting symbol for me in this moment. How do I want to interpret this?
A symbol of where I'm at? Moving slowly, cautiously. Or maybe methodically steadily taking one step in front of the other? Making progress though. Albeit incremental. Or maybe this is a paradoxical effect. Maybe this is the symbol I need to propel me into action. Do I want to be this snail? Do I really want to move in this way? What does that get me? How does that feel to be a snail?
I'm chewing on it. Not literally, of course. although I wouldn't mind having a dish of escargot with garlic butter (I know, it sounds awful after having this snail experience tonight). Snails make me think of my grandpa and Pier 4 restaurant. :-)
To be or not to be? That is the question for Ali.
