Not too long ago I fell off the wagon.
I sat for a while thinking that I would be fine without the wagon.
I thought I could get back on the wagon any time I wanted.
I pouted for a while because the wagon did not seem to care that I was no longer one of its riders.
The wagon had the nerve to move on without me.
Reluctantly, I began to search for the wagon.
I was insulted that it did not come to me when I called.
When I found the wagon, my pride would not let me hop back on.
I walked beside the wagon, saddened that there was no welcome back parade.
The wagon did not even offer me a cookie.
The wagon did not understand.
I cussed the wagon.
Yesterday, I took the leap of faith and hurled myself back up and onto the wagon.
I have remained on the wagon having exercised twice in as many days.
I remain disappointed that the wagon was not more sympathetic at this prodigal’s return.
But yes, (SIGH), for now, (SIGH),
I remain on the wagon.