tumble

The most apt word I can employ to describe my life of late is, "tumble."

I feel like I'm playing a game of musical chairs... perhaps as a 6 year old. There is that terrified feeling, the hyper-tuned senses, the feigned ambivalence, the conscious cheating, the relief of losing... I'm not unhappy I'm simply tense. I am slowly beginning to unravel (in a good way).

One of my 3rd graders wrote this, and I wanted it to be true of me:

(we were doing a poetry-writing exercise in which they had to use the same two adjectives at the start of each stanza)

Ayla wrote,

"I Am Crazy and Funny"

I am crazy and funny

I like to climb trees

I can flip in the air in my bouncy house

I can swing a real vine

I almost killed myself by jumping off a tree.

I am crazy and funny

I love gymnastics

I will jump off a cliff

I can jump off my house and fly

I will fly off my bouncy house

I am crazy and funny

I will do a double jump in the air possibly

I will walk up a tree

I can head bash a tree and knock myself in the head

Okay, I don't want *all* of it to be true of me.... But being crazy and funny would be nice. For now, I'm just tumbled.