Life on the wheel

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”