Seriously, why do I live in New England right now? I feel overwhelmed by my everyday responsibilities, I'm questioning all my life choices, I can't handle being around people. All because the world is buried in snow and I forgot what green looks like.
17 Words About Crossing a (Metaphorical) Frozen Pond
listening for the moment the ice starts to crack
send word of what's on the other side
This video is the very literal response when I tell a friend of the metaphorical frozen pond. Except, to my delight, it beautifully extends my metaphor:
- Get your breath back. Seriously, just breathe for a couple of minutes.
- Go back out the way you came in. The last ice you stood on can hold you.
- Kick like hell and pull yourself out.
- Roll away from the hole, then crawl. Stand only when you're sure it's solid.
- If you see someone else fall through, stay back. Talk them through it. Throw them something to grab onto.