The Edge
(This is not a post about U2. Sorry Jane.)
I think I live on some precarious edge.
Like – right next to a cliff. (You know, like the little old man in Up who wanted to plop his home right down beside the ravine, the waterfall, the danger?)
I live there.
Or at least, I have been camping there for far too long.
And the view is alright, I guess, but the effort and the stress of living right on that edge is wearing me down.
And another thing.
Because I live so close to that edge I find it really hard to maintain stability. To find a firm footing.
At the edge, it only takes a slight push, a strong wind, a huff really, to send me faltering down the cliff.
And when I’m already sliding down the mountain, I can’t seem to muster the strength to hold on. To anything.
And that’s why I want to move.
Put a red “for sale” sign on this tent that I’ve erected here.
Find a new, permanent residence.
The kind that sits on Solid Ground.
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nikkie
i agree. the 'edge' is kind of a scary place to set up camp….
so why do we stay? i'm working on that one, too.
great post!
Leanne
I'll keep blowing up balloons and attaching them one by one until you get firmly planted on that solid ground!
LaceyKeigley
Thanks friend!
nate
am i too old to still giggle at the word "erected"?
laceykeigley
Yes yes – let it be a challenge. Buy you items anywhere else – right? 🙂
LaceyKeigley
Oops – my comment was not meant for you nate.
Because yes – you are too old to still giggle at that.
Or else you hang out with your middle school students for too long.
Shelley in SC
Okay . . . now you've got my curiosity. Are you going to define your edge . . . or just leave us wondering and apply it as we see fit : ) ?
LaceyKeigley
I think I will just leave it vague.
And you can define it as you please.