Broken Boomerang

Ever tried testing if a stick or something would work as a boomerang and then…it doesn’t? You’re just throwing some half bent piece of wood out into the wild and then having to go pick it up again, or just leaving it there.

This is kind of like my super hero persona when I was in my twenties. I had a batik sarong and would throw it over my head (so I couldn’t see anything) and hold out my hands like they were claws and yell “Argh!” (more or less). Not scary. Half blind. Totally useless. Like a broken boomerang.

I feel pretty useless at the moment. I wish I didn’t. I wish I felt worthwhile. I wish I was one of those people who could fix things. I wish I knew what would fix things, both for myself and the world.

It’s super annoying to still have so little self confidence after all these years on the planet, all these years of teaching and writing and all the other things I doubt about myself all the time. When am I ever going to grow up?

Anyway, Foro is there to remind me that anyone who writes a blog about a stuffed cow should not be complaining that she doesn’t feel like a grown-up. That’s kind of the definition of not being grown up.