Blogging with a recently dislocated arm is not as easy as one might think. Luckily, I've now recovered partial use of my arm, meaning I have full range of motion but limited strength.
If that's not a metaphor for my life, I don't know what is.
I bounce around. I pick things up quickly. I try things out. My forte is speed, adaptability, agility. Strength? Not so much. I am fast, shallow, and scattered. I don't understand why we denigrate these qualities.
There is a wonderful passage in Anita Brookner's Hotel du Lac, which is sort of tangential to my point, and yet I will include it, since I find it to be totally irresistible:
In real life, of course, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Axiomatically. . . Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.
Though in actuality, I spend far more time reading than winning the game.
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