Jill was a disciplined gymnast.
She practiced with rigor and
soon became a contender.
When she took a hard fall,
she began to see life more
like a seesaw than a balance beam.
With this newfound perspective,
she realized she’d prefer to
dance and play with others more
and tumble solo on the floor mat less.
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life is a team sport, so its a good perspective to have…though balance it is good in pursuing your own life, but so much comes from just dancing…smiles.
As someone who has taken a recent tumble, I sure appreciate the reminder about perspective.
The hard falls are the ones that make us stronger and teach us hard lessons….very nice!
Oooo good one! I thought she’d try to cartwheel on the teeter totter. This is much better.
The harder falls sometimes propel us to refocus our priorities.
Letting the child be a child. Love that.
Fun is doubled when it’s shared. What a joyful picture!
the joys of learning!
Ah yes, there’s no I in team.
this is blissful,
I used to do it with my kids at parks /zoo playgrounds, fun shot.
Happy Friday.
Awww! So sweet! And so true, Belinda – why play alone when it’s so much more fun in the company of good friends?
What a great 55!
The effect of mixed metaphors work so very well considering the mental processing after her fall. Great writing!
Yes.. it stays for always! I know this..
A very thought provoking flash..
Hugs x
Belinda…
I just Love Gymnastic 55’s
With a life metaphore or two thrown in!!
Excellent post My Friend.
Thank You for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
LIfe is like a seesaw… full of ups and downs.
My daughter takes gymnastics 3x weekly, and desires to move up to “team.” Part of me fears an accident. But… I think there is a slim chance of that, really. We do worry, eh?
Wonderful 55. Love how she whipped those lemons into some tall refreshing lemonade!!
xo
This touches me in so many ways. First, my sister was that gymnast – accomplished but the suddenly realized that she was missing out – cold quit and joined the soccer team.
It also makes me sad because, while it’s great to have the perspective, it also screams fear of failure – have a fall and suddenly lose confidence. Maybe not, but that’s how I read it.
Perspective, as is often said, is subjective and I think it’s also true that, to a degree, we take away whatever message we are open to hearing (or even what we might need to hear) from any fiction story. Glad this spoke to you on some level, Cathy, and thanks for reading.