by Portia Nelson
Chapter One
I walk down the street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in
I am lost . . . . I am helpless
It isn’t my fault
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter Two
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter Three
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in . . . it’s a habit . . . but
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter Four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter Five
I walk down another street.
I have always liked this poem by Portia Nelson. It seems like the perfect way to start my new blog since this is going to be an exploration of my journey to free myself from that which is weighing me down. Which is a fancy way of saying “losing weight”, something I have done many times before, only to gain it back.
However, I feel hopeful that this time I am walking down another street.
