A friend just showed me pictures of her grandfather and his brother, both in their 80’s. One does nothing smoothly, the other does little without a curse or a shout. Bumble and Grumble.
What a great framework for life and success, sex and relationships too, for it, whatever it is.
You bumble through it, figuring out what you want, the false starts of your art or your business, the hard-to-decipher needs of your partner or your own conflicts about desire (to say nothing of straps and buttons and funny liquids) with fears and doubts and frustrations and guilts and shames, and thus anger, potent in every moment.
I should be better. They should be clearer. Life should be easier. Dammit.
But if you get back to bumbling, it will be OK.
Grumble because you must. Bumble because you can.
Bumble through the grumble.