Army of Ink Dump Dump Dump

army of ink dump dump dump

Some things just had to go.

Dump, dump, dump she did, with all the self defeating, nasty little habits she’d hoarded over time.  It was time to take the hanky firmly by a thread and with pedal planted nicely under foot, claim herself a hanky free place where she would no longer need to rely on being picked.  She also trashed the motion of skipping in dizzy circles to get to where she ‘d convinced herself she needed to be.  Now, a short distance beyond the clean-up, she sits to catch the slowing of her breath – reviving her tired little shoes and socks.  And puff went the world.

Find her in Clunk & Jam book.

 

Personal footnote:  It was that childhood song, ‘Ring-a ring-a-rosie, a pocket full of posie a tissue, a tissue, we all fall down’  that welcomed this ink to the page.  And it got me wondering … if you keep falling into a hole, while you’re down there might be as good a place as any to devise a plan of how to avoid continually falling back in.  The other picture in my head was that game (I can’t remember what it’s called) where everyone sits around in a circle with eyes shut and someone skips around the outside of the circle and drops a hanky behind their person of choice.  Then they get to do the skipping and picking.   I always hated those ‘picking’ games – ’cause I never got picked.  So anyway, all this led to me asking myself …. “What’s good about me and my life?  What has to go?”   You might like to ask yourself that same question – it’s quite a liberating process.   And be prepared for the anxiety spikes that often accompany change – try riding them out.  So pedal to the metal as they say.  Rubbish out, good stuff in …..