This past week, my life has felt like a ride on the Mad Hatter's spinning teacups- quickly gaining speed, spinning faster and faster as I go round and round. . .
It's not me sitting forward and turning the wheel, hand over hand, stroke by stroke. I'm instead the passenger, stretched out backwards, head toward the sky, arms in the air, and trying to make sense of the chaos. I watch all the once familiar surroundings blur as they pass and struggle to remember my surroundings.
Soon, I hope, the ride will be over, and I will get off with whobbly legs and slowly make my way over to a railing on which to stand.
I need to breathe.