I overuse bubble metaphors, it’s true—however, they are usually effective in getting my point across..
Firstly, there is my personal space “bubble.” Perhaps due to being an only child, I do not like my space encroached upon in any circumstance (the only exceptions being my three closest friends and my father.)
Secondly, there is the larger “bubble” I live in—the bubble of growing up for 18 years in the same homogeneous country town, award winning school system, and middle class family.
Today I expanded the second “bubble.” (The first is hopeless, but I do try.)
Today, in atonement for the two bags of black licorice I dipped in 98 percent cacoa ghiradelli dark chocolate I made late last night, I went for a walk. I went for a 3 hour walk around where I live, and I finally know how to get where I’m going.
I should really stop being so nervous and just get on with my sad, sad life in my tiny bubble.
Your butterfly,
Reg
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