Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where i sit.
there isn’t any
i’m not at the bottom,
i’m not at the top;
so this is the stair
Halfway up the stairs
And it isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery,
It isn’t in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn’t really
It’s somewhere else
Now, if you are like me that poem by A. A. Milne sparks a lot of thoughts. Things like:
How often do we try and actually make it to the “top” of the stairs? Or do we just settle for the middle?
How nice would it be to actually have a place that’s not really anywhere just to stop and chill for a while?
Can someone really be nowhere? Especially since we imbue objects with purpose, surely where we are is somewhere.
Today, however I was really wishing for this place. Some place I could just go, and take a deep breath and calm myself. I talked to my boss today and he was very understanding, but I guess I just didn’t realize how much pressure I have been under from my family. I took this job at Boomtown because I felt like I had too. And it’s not a bad job by any means, but it’s about as far from what I want to do as you can get and I felt like I was trapped. And I am pretty sure that’s why I have been so sick the past few days…the stress from everything was just boiling over and making me physically ill. It certainly hasn’t been fun…
So I don’t know exactly what I will do yet, but I just can’t take this pressure.
So I leave you with two videos: