The phrase "two steps forward and one step back" makes me think of dance steps.
It's also an image for treatment and recovery that is often used. And not a bad one-- because it removes the pressure of every day being better than the last. However, the fact that it reminds of me of dance is suddenly ominous.
I cannot dance. Really. At all.
As a teenager I was in musical theater and required remedial polka lessons for a show! And I failed at those. Eventually my frustrated director gave up and told me to just skip in a circle. My poor partner had terribly bruised kneecaps. Don't ask me how.
Today (actually yesterday since today is another backdated post) I was exhausted beyond reason. Didn't get enough sleep, and even the long nap I grabbed with daughter didn't help. Fluffy feeling in my head. Kept going around in circles forgetting what I was doing. Late for everything. (Technically on time, but in body only.)
So the dancing got me thinking-- I feel like I am doing the box waltz. One of the only dances I remember learning a long time ago. It looks like this:
Quaker, teacher, parent,