You ever get a bit of time where you feel like you are just dry out of ideas? I never seem to be out of ideas, but it seems like lately I keep hitting a wall of no.
The wall of no has quite a few people sitting on top of it, their hairy legs dangling down. They sit up there and look down at me and whenever I feel like hauling myself up and over, they eyeball me and say:
My life has all kinds of odd characters in it at the moment: social workers, supervisors, assistant professors, attorneys, life coaches, tree trimmers and the like. So you just never quite know who it will be that day, sitting up there, when I look up.
The oddest person I see up there — and the most common, of course — is myself.
Usually dressed up in a big hat.