Things this week have been unraveling in a most peculiar way, often leaving me feeling like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. No one likes that feeling because it's suffocating. Even the mental visualization of being between a rock and a hard place gives me the creeps, and makes me feel like I'm going to hyperventilate.
Tight squeeze. The whole world feels like that right now, or at least that's what the news would have us believe. Sure, we feel the crunch, but isn't there something we can do about it?
So that whole rock and a hard place analogy got me to thinking. What does nature do when it's stuck between a rock and a hard place. At first, it may seem like nature does nothing, but that nothing is actually more commonly known as erosion. Wind, water--both eat away at the surface, slowly devouring it over time until a hole develops and nature can pass through.
Of course, I am a force of nature, but I am also man (woman....), which means that I need to use the forces within me to eat away at the rock that has lodged itself and pinned me to this hard place. I think about dynamite, but that's too messy. It also has the potential to destroy me while destroying my predicament. So patience. It is the only way. Patience, and the slow burning knowledge that the forces within me are wearing a hole through this rock. One day we (yes, I'm a Gemini, I speak in dual,) will slip through the hole in that rock, and we will be free.
Watch out then. There's a reason forces like this are kept between rocks and hard places.
In other news, I spent the afternoon with a dear friend and her family. We hadn't seen each other in over thirteen years, and it was so wonderful to sit in the sun together and just be. It was like time stopped for a couple hours, but then it had to pick up the pace and move forward again. The sun burned my face a lovely shade of pink, but it was worth it. Here is the photographic evidence:
Jennifer Melzer spent the majority of her life as a writer denying she actually liked to write romance, only to wake up one morning and discover that every single tale she'd ever written had somehow revolved around the heart. She has since given into the whim, spinning yarns of love and firmly believing that everyone deserves a happy ending.
She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her husband and daughter, but dreams nightly she is laying on the beach watching the stars fall over the Atlantic Ocean.