La Scogliera

  It has been a while since I wrote anything (a couple weeks I guess).  I actually wrote like two paragraphs at church (ya...maybe I should've been paying better attention, but I was feeling "writey" and I didn't have a notebook with me.  Anyway, I lost it all because blogger doesn't work very well on iPads (grrrrrr).  Although maybe it was punishment for not paying attention...naw.

  So, when I was a kid I went repelling with a group of scouts and my dad.  The first drop off scared me, but it was fun, because it was only about a 60° angle and I could see where to place me feet.  The second however, was a sheer drop 10 feet to a ledge which dropped down what to me looked like a mile.  Because of the ledge I couldn't see where I would have to place my feet going down.  I couldn't plan ahead.  Also, I was too scared to take that first scoot over the edge without help, and since there was another ledge 10 feet down, I was going to have to go off it alone.

  It was akin to a sensory overload.  I froze with fear and wouldn't move.  Eventually someone coaxed me away from the edge and practically carried me down the back way.

  I kinda am starting to feel this way again, but with life in general.  I can't see where I'm going, but I've already gone over the first edge and I am at the second, alone and terrified to move forward.  Unfortunately, having already gone over the edge, I am out of the reach of those who could carry me to safety.  Also, unfortunately, life is driven forward by the unstoppable engine of time, and I with it.

  

  I wanted to tell funny stories and experiences that happen to me, but it seems that every time I get on here I forget them all.   Maybe next time.

Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): la vita è più di dolore.