I have once again become like the White Rabbit and dashed down the hole to Wonderland. I don't usually mind taking the journey. I meet interesting people along the way. Some who caused me to dig my claws in and slow the journey. Slow it so that at the end I can gently put my feet on the ground. Others who have promised to catch me at the end but ultimately watched me face plant and then laughed. Those are the ones, I call "off with their head" on very quickly. I don't need walruses in my life.
The most recent dash, I fell just a little and then dug my claws into the wall. I will keep digging them in and hanging to the wall until one of two things happens. I will get tired of hanging there and climb back to the top to start again. Or my recent chase will either come around and climb out of his hole ready to start again. Currently, either way, I am not hurt. I stepped up and dug in long before I could see the face plant. If I do have to climb back to the top I will be stronger when I reach it.
Honestly, I would really like the chance to finish my current chase. I really like what I know of this chase. Potential for so much. While at the Hatter's Tea Party his caring and fun side toward the Door Mice came out. It made me smile and inside you could have knocked me over like a card solider. It was amazing to see a man glow. I just wish him the best. I don't know much about his situation but I feel he was wrongfully given a hard face plant. One so hard that it effected his heart as well. I hope the caterpillar comes along and helps him to see the beautiful colors that his life really has and that he is strong enough to change the patterns of those colors.
In the meantime, I stick to my wall and hope for my chase to continue. Or to become friends and find a new chase to start. For I have smoked the hookah with the caterpillar many times. I see my the amazing colors in my life and know that I am strong enough to change their pattern. I am also strong enough to help others change the pattern of their colors.
~Violet
