Do you ever have days where you feel like a bumblebee caught on one side of glass, banging yourself continuously in an effort to get through this invisible force field, when there’s a crack in the window just a foot to the side that would let you through if you could just find it?
(Whew! That was a long metaphor, thanks for sticking with me through that.)
I’ve been feeling like that poor old bumblebee lately. Okay, maybe since 1988. I’m still counting that as lately.
I think I might need some kindly soul to take a rolled up newspaper and force me over to the crack in the window.
Because apparently, I ain’t going willingly.