On Bringing Down the Tree

I know that lately I haven't been posting much in the way of an actual blog. For that I apologize. It's just that I've been so busy these past few weeks, I can hardly keep my head on straight. I've been bombarded left and right with one situation to grapple with after another. I honestly feel physically exhausted, and it's only been a few weeks since the break. Someone, somewhere, is getting a great laugh out of this. They have to be. I'm going to be disappointed if SOMEONE is not at least entertained by the mishaps that I seem to stumble into, at every turn.

The worst thing is, I feel as if I am passively being subjected to this shit. It's not as if I am asking of all this drama to just fall on me. In fact, if you know me at all, you'll know that I am very much anti-drama. I tend to avoid it like the plague. I will often take the path of least resistance, in order avoid said drama, even if that path goes down a dark alley. I'd rather stake my way alone than have to wander into a snake nest.

Lately, however, ever decision that I make seems to be ending badly. I keep putting myself out on a limb, only to find that the limb breaks under the strain. The worst thing is, instead of falling to the ground, and taking that hard hit and broken bones (or ego, or heart, or whatever else is breakable in a woman), I grasp frantically at another branch, and keep trying to climb.

I think perhaps that is a sign of my character. I don't like to give up. It's not in my nature to quit anything without giving it my all. I am going to climb to the top of this damn tree, even if it means that once I get to the top the whole damn things falls down. At least at that point I will know that the tree is officially on the ground. It is incapable of being climbed, and it wasn't for my lack of trying. It just wasn't strong enough for me. In the end, I'd rather have that one HUGE fall, with total failure at the end. At least that way I'll know I've exhausted every available option, and only THEN has it all come crashing down.

It wasn't meant to be, if that's how it ends up.

This metaphor could be applied to a lot of things right now, so don't try to guess which one specifically it is. My life, my friendships, my love life, my job....pretty much everything could be explained using this metaphor.

Leave it to an English teacher to find a way to sum her entire life up in one succinct metaphor. If only my students could read this now.

I think they'd be proud.

Ta.