Thursday November 3rd, 2016

The exercise:

Write about: going out on a limb.

Bakery was a bit quieter this morning, but it still felt like my shift went by pretty quickly. I've got the day off tomorrow to run errands in Oliver and Penticton, then I'm doing a full 8 to 4 shift on Saturday.

This afternoon we went over to a friend's house (Shannon, my boss at the bakery) for Max to have a play date with her son and another woman (who is new to town) and her son. We've been over there a few times before (and they've come to our place as well). Today went really well. As we were leaving Shannon asked Max if he thought maybe next time his parents could just drop him off and he could stay and play without them.

And he was totally into the idea.

Another brave new world we're entering.

Mine:

I want to help you. I can see that you need it. But with every step toward you I can feel the ground beneath my feet beginning to give way. There is a black, bottomless chasm awaiting any misstep - I cannot see it but I can sense its presence.

Is it worth it? Are you worth it? I want to say yes.

I want to.

Maybe that's not for me to say. Maybe as the only person in a position to help you it is simply my responsibility to do so - regardless of your worthiness. Regardless of the danger I must put myself in.

That hardly seems fair to me. Others might say that this isn't about me, though. It's about you. The peril you've found yourself in. Your desperately precarious situation.

Well then, they should get out on this limb with me if they care about you so bloody much. See how they like the view from here.

Yeah, that's what I thought.