I did two cartwheels today.
It was a strange thing. I was walking along with Lily on our dog walk and Lily was a cartwheeling fiend. She could not stop- she was a blur of limbs and torso and hair again and again.
It was as if she had lost the ability to move in other ways and was left with only the cartwheel to carry her to her destination.
Watching her I realized that I too knew how to cartwheel, though it had been decades since my last cartwheel. The thing about cartwheeling is that you don't know you are doing your last cartwheel until long after you've done it.
I did not one day decide to never cartwheel again.
I just stopped. Or forgot. And then the stopping and forgetting continued.
So today I did a cartwheel and upon surviving, I decided to celebrate my survival by doing another one.
After that it seemed prudent not to push it.
But I can promise you that that I have put an end to the stopping.