Moving ahead on the fast track.
Living life in the slow lane.
Taking the road less traveled.
Going to hell in a hand basket.
There are many ways to describe forward motion in ones life. Each statement brings to mind a different picture, yet they have one thing in common. They imply movement. The kind of movement that actually leads somewhere.
Lately I feel like I am on a hamster wheel.
I am running and running but I am making NO forward progress.
I clean and clean but the house is never clean.
I work and work with Faith, but it seems her skills have stalled since school got out.
I read and read, but the emails keep piling up.
I cook and cook, but they keep expecting to be fed again.
I wash and wash, but Mount Washmore never gets smaller.
I feel like if I can just run faster maybe I can make forward progress. But I keep running and running but I’m getting nowhere.
“squeak squeak goes the wheel”