It’s a dance…an intensely complex and demanding one…and there’s high-speed death on wheels all around just waiting for me to miss a step.
It’s a heady feeling…to hold my fate so *directly* in my hands, particularly when I truly understand just how vulnerable my “dance” is to utter destruction if any one of the thousands around me misses a step of their own and I fail to anticipate it.
And some of them can’t dance worth a shit.
It’s a particularly troublesome thought tonight, and I’m unsure why. I wonder if I’ve missed something…if my subconscious is trying to tell me something…if maybe…just maybe…I’m not up to the challenge for some reason…but there’s little time for pondering.
The dance demands total attention…at least…if I want to finish it, that is.
I’ll see you on the road.