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Getting Out Of The Way

Do you ever feel like you are on the verge of being hit by a bus?  Metaphorically speaking, of course.

That is how I have been feeling lately.

edgy.

Fidgety.

Anxious.

But I can’t even explain why.

I had a counselor tell me once that I was the kind of person that if I was standing in the middle of the road and at the end of the block a truck was driving straight for me…and I had plenty of time to get out of the way…I would stand there so long trying to decide how to move that I would get hit.

I don’t think that was a very nice thing to say. But I know what he meant.

So I am kind of wondering what is about to hit me and why I am not getting out of the way.

  • I’ve had that feeling many times … it’s a little disconcerting to feel that way isn’t it?

  • It’s a lot like that, only I’m not sure if it’s a bus, taxi, bicycle, or a piano falling out if the sky.

    Has it passed now? I can’t wait for this feeling to leave me.