I watched as my cats, Battu and Kiki played a game of attack and chase. First, Battu jumped out at an unsuspecting Kiki, who leaped in the air with wide-eyed astonishment. The chase was on. Cats raced across the couch, thundering like a herd of elephants through the entryway into the family room. Although Kiki tried to act afraid, I could see she was having a great time.
Within moments, they were back. This time Battu was the one in the lead. She leaped onto the ledge of the open-arched window leading from the entryway to the living room, touching down lightly before landing on the carpet. Kiki followed, however her jump wasnâ€™t as true. The loud thud told the story. I peered through the opening to see Kiki sitting on the floor shaking her head after colliding with the wall instead of ending up on the window sill. She sat for a few minutes with a bewildered expression before joining in the game again.
How many times have I been going blithely through life, only to be brought up short by a sudden impact? In my writing, the harsh criticism of a reader or editor can be grievous. In other areas, thoughtless remarks can cut deep and bring me up short. I try to be like Kiki, allowing the hurt for a moment before shaking it off and starting in again. Collisions may be painful, but living, and writing with abandon is worth doing.