Progression

I have not written anything in here for a while now, so thought I would see if i could pick up where I left off.

Things are still quite muddled in my head at the moment, and suffering with a head and chest cold is not making things look any clearer. So, instead of continuing down the way that I had started with a time lined depiction of what happened, I am just going to muddle my way through it.

In saying this, I could ask my partner to help me out, but at the moment he has his own projects going on, and I do not wish to impinge on him at this time.

Progress. This is a fantastic word. It can mean so many things to so many people. How you’re coming along in studying for that test. Where you are with your recovery from alcohol and drug addiction.

Usually, when you think of progress, you think of going forward. Inching ever closer to that goal post that you placed there in your mind. Looking to see how far you have come since you set yourself this task.

I don’t have many people to talk to these days, but those that I do speak to very rarely look at the steps they have taken to their progression. The steps forward they have taken, only to have taken a step or two backward to re-align themselves with the goalposts. The deviations which they have had to make so as to make it closer to their goal.

To me, progression is much like a rugby game. You start out with two teams, both wanting to make it to the other end of the field with the ball so they can score. Only thing to stop them from doing this is that bunch of players on the opposition waiting to cream the bejingers out of you as soon as you get the ball in your hands.

Although, through a lot of mud, and a few nicely placed bruises from the opposition, you finally make that scoring line and you put the ball down. YES. You scored. But wait, the ref says that you took that ball while you were offside so your score is not allowed. So you have to start all over again from where the violation took place.

You go through all the mud and the bruising again, and sometimes again, until finally you make it to that little white line and get that little oval ball down. You dodge around the players who are too slow to tackle you, and you sometimes stand waiting for your turn to have the ball so you can make it that five meters closer to the goal line. Finally, the blind ref blows his whistle and you are given the points that you have so rightfully deserved.

Through the game you fight your way through to score more points than the other team. And if you work really really hard you manage to win the game.

To me, this is how I perceive progression. This is how I have seen our journey with our son over the years. One very long rugby game. Even though I would like to say that we are in over time, I sometimes feel like we have not quite made the second half yet. But we will.