Some days I feel as if I am the tiny ball in the very large Ping-Pong game and other days I feel like the box the ball is contained in, controlled chaos if you will. This weekend, I was definitely the ball bouncing from one wall to the other. Sometimes finding a little surprise shortcut only to find myself back where I started. There were times when I would all at once find that the muddled chaos was even slowing down a bit, right before I was pinged really quickly back and forth over a new wave of what appeared to be racking up the points, only to realize moments later. I wasn’t really going anywhere. This is the definition of insanity. Which I came close to on several occasions this weekend. I found myself slammed over and over to no avail of that blasted Ping-Pong board, the constant ding, ding, ding of the “perceived win” driving me to madness. Even now, I can hear the ball hitting a nonexistent score, causing me to cringe in the process.
I feel as if while I began the weekend with high hopes for the days ahead. It ended the same way it began, so in a way. I went nowhere, and did absolutely nothing productive. Over the next few days I may feel the same but who knows maybe the dark cloud that has chosen to set up residence over me will have mercy and only last a couple of days, All I know right now is that I am tired of being the ball that gets kicked around. How bout you?