Teeter Totter

When my 90 day plan to achieve absolute freedom was in its infancy, my butt was planted firmly on the ground, my eyes upturned...squinting from the glare of what might be. Over the last 76 days the balance has shifted and I find myself suspended high in the air...feet dangling; toes stretching to grasp long summer grass. My diametric playmate has called in reinforcements and they're stacked on top of each other like saltines. So I'm up here...feet dangling...trying to catch my breath....trying to remember that I enjoyed this game as a child...that it made me giggle and squeal with delight. The view from up here is not bad, if I can pry my eyelids open wide enough to take in the horizon.