Flipping Good

[image error]I was driving home tonight.

It was already dark.

I imagine the Super Bowl was still going on but, I’m not sure. I didn’t watch it.

I had a writing project to work on.

I turned a corner and caught movement in my peripheral.

It was a boy, probably between five and seven.

He was in his flannel pajamas, robe, and slippers, jumping on a trampoline in his side yard.

I caught him just as he did a back flip.

Then another.

And another.

He was amazing.

From my point of view, the flips were flawless.

I wondered if his parents were caught up in the game.

I imagined him sneaking quietly out the side door so he could do something he really loved.

Back flip.

Back flip.

Back flip.

And I realized, that’s how I feel about my writing when I’m excited about a project. Only, I don’t have to sneak out a side door, or a back door, but I CAN do it in PJs if I want to.

So here I go. I’d better get back to my project.

Back flip.

Back flip.

Back flip.

Not as flawless as his. And I hope I don’t get dizzy before I finish.

Maybe you should get back to your trampoline, too.

Talk to you soon.