I’m at some kind of event (like a conference) where I see a lot of people I went to high school with. It seems to be a holiday event because there are some Christmas decorations.
A station has been set up with gymnastics rings, and a bunch of people are standing around waiting for their turn to try. I watch people, but it looks hard. The girl in front of me in line can’t do them at all, and she gets very upset and decides to leave. I feel embarrassed for her, but also I’m worried for myself, because I know I’m up next and I don’t think I can do them either. I know I have tried doing this exercise before but wasn’t successful.
I look around through some of the Christmas decorations and find some light blue cardboard hooks. I remember that I can use these to grab onto the rings, and this will make it easier.
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You’re a brave soul, Karen. I won’t even put my poetry on the web–and that’s not nearly as directly revealing of my psyche. Though almost.
This one: The basis is your college reunion reminding you of past failures intersecting with your current professional ambitions and anxieties, especially in individual performance, without partners. You’re at a reunion that’s also a conference. It’s your turn to perform in front of the crowd. You’ve done it before and failed. Someone else tries and fails, and you identify with her. You have tools at hand that you can use–you see them right in front of you–but they’re made of cardboard, and they’re light blue (not a “serious” color). Are they really going to hold your weight?
I’m pretty certain of it.
And I was just trying to see if you’d blogged about your workshop. Thanks a whole bunch, Jung.
Hey thanks! I have no shame about the inner workings of my psyche. It’s like I’m crowdsourcing my therapy.