It’s hard to sit still for very long. It’s kind of like ice skating for 3 hours and getting off the ramp, you still feel like your ice skating. I feel that way about my life. I’m always ice skating, the ice is melting and the Zamboni is ready to clean the rink, but I can’t take my skates off. And then finally, I slip and fall and somehow lure myself onto the side of the rink so I can attempt to baby step my way back to land. Cherry red cheeks, bottom covered in shavings, I am embarrassed. Maybe all my problems will be solved with hot cocoa minus the marshmallows. The marshmallows never melt for me. I step onto level ground and the motion of skating haunts my tingling muscles. Life feels a lot slower. My body is haunted by the motions and my perception is sitting on the fence between green grass and none at all. 

I’ve found peace in surrounding myself with beautiful things, but I’m still haunted by the motions.