Every time I think I know what I’m going to write, some other compendium of thoughts comes to the forefront, and I can’t do anything until I’ve managed to round them up and get them down on paper.
I’ve been thinking about the old song “I’m putting all my eggs in one basket…” and how much it relates to my life right now. Over the past year I have gone from having a life that was surrounded by baskets of lots of different people and activities, to one that has essentially centered around one basket. It’s been a basket that’s been warm and cozy at some points, and that’s been downright painful at others. It’s been bright and shiny, and it’s been dark and dingy. And this week it seems to have gone missing.
So my question is, how can I remove my eggs from that basket if I can’t find it? Does that mean I’m lost? I know I probably should have played my cards differently on this one, but I was so resistant to the idea of playing in this situation that I ended up losing the game — and myself — in the end anyway. The scary thing is, I can’t decide whether it’s better to stop looking for the basket and start over or to hunt the basket down so I can empty it.
Scarier still, what if the basket doesn’t realize it’s missing?
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