I got on the Big Wheel in Seattle because I thought it would be romantic, character-building, or at least a distraction from the relationship workshop we had just endured. We took time off work to work on love and somehow turned it into a warning-level performance review. Up in the air, I noticed something useful. Old arguments keep circling until one of us steps off the wheel.
From the BuJo of Dr. Ivi – Diary: July 2018 (Above the Line, but barely)
