A new day began this morning. Back on the treadmill and this time I pushed through the hurty part to the other side. Past what I set out to do when I got there. Thing is, I get up every morning and I have these expectations. Of moving forward. How ever little… always forward. Progressively. I feel like once I’ve seen a certain truth, passed a certain point, that there should be no going backward from there. But that doesn’t seem to be my experience. Not this time anyway. I take two steps forward. Three back. One forward. Two more forward. One back. Like that game of Chutes and Ladders. I have those days… where my steps are sure and solid. The path is clear. And I have Chute days… where I second guess and lose my balance. And I feel like I have to start over. I’d like a game called Ladders and Ladders. I wouldn’t mind the climb as long as I kept going higher. I need a ladder day. Today.