Remember the scene from "The Graduate" when Benjamin is rushing to the wedding in his spunky little convertible when ever...so...slowly...the...music...slows...down...until...he's out of gas?
Have you ever been on the treadmill at the gym and thought, "Gosh, I would be so mortified if I couldn't keep up and fell off this thing!" ?
This is how I'm feeling these days. Like a meteor hurtling toward the earth, without knowing whether I'll burn up in the atmosphere or burst through successfully.