I know this appears to be a friendly reminder that there's a playground up ahead. However, my psychologist's brain can't leave it alone. There's a deeper message here. Is my life off balance? Am I carrying a heavy weight? Am I being buoyed up by something unstable? Does it all hinge on a pinpoint pivot? Am I about to take a header when the fat guy stands up? Which one of these kids am I? Existential angst. Watch out!
