Don’t Mind the Bog
I keep having the same vision of someone tightening their bootstraps, that is, preparing for what seems difficult if not impossible while standing in a shadowy bog. The bog stretches far and wide; there really is no perception as to where it starts or where it ends. This person is standing in the middle of it. It doesn’t help that there’s a layer of fog hovering over the dark surface. Bogs are difficult to walk through. They’re wet and muddy, full of tangling grass and reeds, and if you stand still, you’re liable to sink into a sludge that increasingly prohibits movement. You need to keep going, keep moving, even though this bog slows you down. It’s a burden no matter how you come at it. I’m aware that in British slang, “the bog” is a term for a toilet or the bathroom. I feel I should reference this because I’m also aware that I have an international reader base. So if you’re from the UK, maybe this reference works in some way, too. The bog in my vision is an analo...