In the madhouse that is life, how often do you get caught between? Between boss and client, between here and there, between friend and lover, between truth and that thing that is like truth, but is easier to speak. Yesterday, I was caught in that first crossfire. The client was calling for information and the bosses (yes, plural, but that will be a different rant) were in a meeting in Vancouver. Thus, I needed answers, but there was no one available to return my calls and emails. Being between is a helpless feeling, like being lost but without the same sense of purpose.
I have some experience with being caught between. My lady (a tall, beautiful, dark haired beauty), and I were together for a good many years prior to our marriage. Yet, while we were dating, we did not live in the same city for any considerable length of time. Both of us looked forward to the time when we could be together, in the same city. When we would not be anxiously awaiting the Thanksgiving weekend in November when we could be together. We were waiting for a time when we would not be between.
Why must so much of our lives be lived between? Like the last year of school, all you can think about is the end of the term. I try to take it as a lesson. When you are between is when you have a chance to think. There is an opportunity to look at your life’s direction and decide that you are on the right path. There is a sense of change in the air. Perhaps, my current state of between-ness could come to a close.
Until then, I remain between.
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I sometimes feel like I'm between a rock and a hard place. Other times I feel like the sky's the limit and nothing can hold me back. I think the things I'm most often in between are emotional states.
That reads a bit 'Deep Thoughts'ish. (sigh . . . )
A tall, beatiful beauty, huh? Phew! At least she's not one of those tall ugly beauties I've been hearing so much about! ;P
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