By coachjen73 on Skatehive
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve uttered this phrase. Whether it’s the target I am aiming my gun at or the sock I just tossed toward the washing machine, I’m aiming for the one in the middle. I may refer, throughout this book, many times to lyrics from Metallica songs. Please understand, forgive or reminisce with me...whichever you are compelled to do. In this instance, aiming for the center, the median, is almost like my life. Some days I feel like I am the world’s greatest disappointment. I struggle with understanding, with enunciation, with balance. I refuse to call myself an alcoholic. I choose to believe that there are situations I can control, irregardless of what the mainstream dictates. I am high functioning on so many levels that any or all of my iniquities could be construed as “obsessive, addictive, controlling.” But mostly I just feel like a pig on roller skates. Hitting the “one in the middle” on a regular basis is a major victory for me. I know that there will be days