Inspiration is such a mysterious thing. It creeps up when we least expect it, often
from the depths of our memories. Once
upon a time, in a desperate need for inspiration, I remembered a theory about
bouncing. It came from Gwyneth Paltrow’s character in the movie Bounce. “That’s
what I’ve been doing all this time,” she says, “bouncing…it’s like crashing,
expect you get to do it over and over again.” That’s it, I thought, I just
bounce. Since my time as a single mom
began, I’ve often thought, or even stated aloud, “That’s it. The last straw. The end of the line. I’m going to crash this time, for sure.” But,
somehow, inevitably, I just…bounce. Sometimes, it takes a few bounces to get back on my feet. Other times, I bounce up higher
than when I began the decent toward the ground. For the record, I rarely
actually land ON my feet. It’s more like
a butt bounce, of sorts, and then I’m able to GET on my feet. There are times, even, when I find myself silently chanting, “just bounce, just keep bouncing.” It gets me through. Whatever, works, right?! Happy bouncing!
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