The woman leaned against the support pillar, stretching body and mind simultaneously.
This morning she felt supple (but fragile), and as the sun begin to rise, her stiletto began to sink.
“What is it you are trying to do anyway?” she heard from her familiar friend.
“You know, the sun is not up. Your clothes are not appropriate. Whatever it is you are trying to attempt isn’t going to happen.
Go back from where you came from. Lean out. Let it go.
Give it a miss for today.
It won’t make a difference.
One day never makes a difference….”
The woman’s hair fell over her face, hiding the insecurity bubbling underneath.
She wondered how something that supported her and kept her upright, could be such a pivotal pillar in her demise.
After her imagination finished stretching, she moved away from the support and picked up a pair of running shoes.
Swapping stiletto’s for trainers, black dress for sweats, supporting pillar for freefall safety, she shed her skin and began again.
“What am I trying to do??” she pondered.
“I am trying to live my life….that’s what.
“I am chasing my dreams of being a writer.
I am opening up my little class.
I am committing to my community.
I am incorporating my skills into teaching….
That’s what I am trying to do.”
“It’s not going to happen.” replied the voice.
You want to be a writer? You can’t even write!! Tell me….
Do you even know what a parenthesis is??”
The woman stopped and thought.
It’s like a pillar.
Like the greek pillars..the greek pantheon….isn’t that right?”
The voice mocked her.
A parenthesis is not a pantheon.
And you are not a writer.
And you are not a teacher.
Whatever you’re trying to do?
It isn’t going to happen.”
The woman stretched one more time, then loaded up the music and ran outside to play.