At the playplace I was pushing her in a swing, and I paused for a moment. Her momentum decreased. “Push me, Daddy,” she said. “I’m losing my going.”[in full at 04.04.15b.htm]We’ve all been there; we just didn’t know how to describe it. I’m losing my going.
You know what brings peace? Not worrying about your going. You know what makes that possible? Not losing your going. It’s complex.
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