Up in the air

I like gravity.  I may even love it, but I'm too shy to tell it.

Everything in my life is up in the air right now.  It feels like I'm in the middle of a broken snow globe where everything swirls around me, but nothing ever really settles down.  Or maybe I'm on a trampoline and, every time I land on my feet, someone keeps bounding in to try to knock me off again.  And, sometimes it feels like that part of Charlie and The Chocolate Factory where Charlie drinks the stuff that makes him float.  And he floats so high he almost gets shredded by the fan.  Mostly, lately, it's the scene in Mary Poppins where everyone is having such a good time that their happiness makes them lighter than air.  And, they spend all day up there having an amazing time.  Until someone makes them think sad thoughts.

But gravity, well gravity keeps my feet on the ground.  It reminds me that this is not a dream and I cannot just float away.  Gravity is the sad thoughts that always show up to ruin the party.

I like the trampoline.  And the bubble juice.  And the insanely happy times.  But gravity is my comfort zone.  It's what I know best.  It holds me down and back.  I can wear it like a barbed wire sweater, and it fits perfectly.  Because, it may not make me happy, but at least it settles things down.