Tiptoeing Around

In the Woods 2008

I came across this clipping I'd saved, "Autobiography in Five Short Chapters" written by Portia Nelson, 1921-2001. It's also known by the title "Holes in my Sidewalk.

I

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost... I am helpless... It isn't my fault.

It takes forever to find a way out.

II

I walk down the same street.

There is a hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend I don't see it.

I fall in again.

I can't believe I'm in the same place again, but it isn't my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

III

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in... it's a habit.

My eyes are open... I know where I am... It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

IV

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

V

I walk down another street.

Although theres no city sidewalks here, theres plenty of "holes" to fall in as I tiptoe my way around lately. I think I'm somewhere between number II and III.

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Wednesday afternoon the county truck pulled in to ask if we still wanted the dirt that we'd asked for last year. Ya Hoo!! For now, we took 1 load for the garden area and 2 more got dumped in a low spot off the driveway. Now it's gettin' out there to spread it around. There's a house with horses close by so manure won't be hard to come by. There'll be something grown there next year, hook or crook.