Running at walls

Working to a deadline is a little bit like running head first at a wall with the intention of smashing through it – you’re not entirely sure it’s possible and have the sneaking suspicion it’s going to hurt.

Still, you’ve said you’d do it and there’s no stopping now, so you close your eyes and you plunge on  …. and somehow you find yourself standing on the other side wondering what happened.

It’s nice on the other side of the wall.

And for a while, there’s nothing much to do except appreciate all the clouds and flowers and bunnies you’ve ignored while you were running.

Sooner or later someone’s going to come along and tell you whether or not you ran through the wall properly, but for now it’s quite calm and lovely.

Of course, there’s always that next wall. Maybe if I start jogging now I’ll build up enough speed to break through without having to sprint in a blind panic from ten feet away? Maybe there’s a gentler way of doing this?

Nah, fuck it. I’m going to play with the bunnies until someone tells me otherwise.

Categories: My Way, Random Witterings, Writing and life | 3 Comments

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3 thoughts on “Running at walls

  1. Bunnies bite Phill, bunnies bite.

  2. Piers

    Yay! Bunnies!

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