Walking seems like a really hard thing to learn. The whole movement of it, you have to kick one leg out in front of you and shift your body weight forward, getting your second leg ready and heaving it forward... falling and catching yourself in a smooth motion, propelling yourself from one place to the next. Next you have to train yourself to anticipate cracks in the sidewalk, rough edges on tables, animals that will stop moving directly under the path of your foot. One day you will be eating pizza and listening to your headphones, stopping at the crosswalk to barely look before dashing across between the moving cars.
My life is kind of like learning to walk right now. The deployment should be winding down, but suddenly it feels like it's barely halfway over. The job is almost entirely amazing, except that working seems to grind down my patience, leaving me fuming. Were there this many jerks in the world before I had a job? It didn't feel like it. These are the big two, my right leg and my left leg.
I sometimes feel sorry for babies, because they have so much work and painful growing to accomplish before they can enjoy much of the happiness offered by this world. Right now I feel like I have a long way to go myself.
