The period of pendulum swings and sings sadly. The to and fro, and I don't know's have somehow dotted all our peripherals. Staring at this fun gif I made of my niece many moons ago- I love how every swing on an innocent face changes the light- and secondary perspective. Even our own.
Inching towards pendulum, and a melancholy swing towards the end and final of 2020, I had much anticipated that such digits would have brought a more serious calibration given our pandemic times. What's up or down no longer really matters, and it's sort of hard to see straight, but such does the pendulum swing- it'a self-motivated ambition regardless of how cloudy or sunny our days- knowing there are and will be other if not many detours and factors in the play. Keep it moving and just carry on. That in itself is rough in the intensity of times and constant change- much beyond our reach.
Be it a self-calibration, internal restructuring, re-adjusting, that makes you think twice about everything- if not thrice, it's also apparently a sign of the times I guess.
Apparently having a circa 2009 moment amidst this 2020 irony-and inspired by the picture above, leaves me like a pit bull in lock jaw. Vaklempt.
My niece received her driving license this year, and soon on her own road. Also alone. Rough trying to figure out what she's thinking about her future. OR simply digesting my own. OR trying to figure out what to get her for Christmas. A lot of relicabration and adjusting of one's perspective this year no doubt.
Your aspiring virtual coach echo, and 5 cent psychiatrist, counting down the day and crawling past the barbed wire of this insane year, and virtual tribute to my niece Em, - for this past and present reminder- and perhaps a source of motivation to myself big-time and all of you to just "Big up", and "Swing batter batter swing!"
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