Today got me to thinking…I’m really annoyed at the fact that I can’t do a back flip. In all honestly, I can’t even do a decent cartwheel. When I try it is a shameful display of human weakness. It isn’t a matter of guts. As a kid, I used to drive my Big Wheel too fast. I would take unnecessarily dangerous chances on the swing set by attempting to go all the way around. I would even fall forward flat on my face for laughs. So what is it about a back flip that eludes me? I am completely denied joyous opportunities to spring into a back flip at unexpected moments in a conversation, suddenly in the produce section of the grocery store, during Thanksgiving dinner or down the stacks at the public library. I feel denied that the back flip is not in my arsenal of random things to do when the mood strikes you. I am certain that the ability to do a back flip opens the door to more complex routines. Just imagine the dusting potential of having a swiffer in your hand as you do a backward tucked somersault ending in a straddle split…the efficiency factor of the range of surfaces your duster would grace is simply mind boggling. I think I’m very lucky for many things in my life…but on this front I feel like I got the short end of the uneven bars. It just isn’t fair and today was an especially hard day to accept it.