on giving up…

bob the squirrel giving up... with a catch.

I’m not really giving up… well, I am but I’m not.  I’m giving up, with a catch.  You see, I’m out there everyday…scratching for attention…scratching for an itch or two and yet, the only thing I seem to be doing is scratching that itch.  That in and of itself is fine… but, there are days that I don’t have an itch.  If I don’t have an itch, I wouldn’t necessarily NEED to itch.

I’m busting my peanuts against the wall and all I get out of it is some exercise and some empty shells.

Have you ever felt that way?  No, you probably go the easy way and get the nuts already shelled.  Maybe I should do that.  Maybe if my world were filled with easier peanuts, I’d be happier.  I’d be able to stop using every itty-bitty single out of place thing as an excuse and just move ahead. Keep on moving forward.  Without the shell.  Without giving up or giving up with a catch.

Then again, why bother?  Why go out of my way when I stand a better than average chance of losing my way along the way?  I guess that’s where the shells come in handy.  If I ate the shelled peanuts, all I’d have was the peanuts.  But, by eating the unshelled peanuts, I get the peanuts AND a way of marking my trail… so as long as I have shells, I can find my way back… I can always remember where I came from.

Unless of course Frank or Lezley sweeps my trail up.  We’ll leave that one for another rant.  Let’s concentrate on one breakthough at a time.

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