200 words about Limbo

By Josh Holin

The last time I played limbo was during my Bar Mitzvah reception.

“Mazel Tov, today you become an adult,” they said to me.

That’s funny. Almost 10 years later and I still don’t quite feel like one.  But here I am, bending over backward under bars that are set impossibly high. Baby stepping round and round in a line filled with people just like me, only with better buzz-words describing their attention to detail. Go-getters. Team players. Result-driven.

As confined as I am to these vomit-inducing labels, there’s only one way to describe the game in which I find myself in: freeing. No constraining cubicle walls, unlimited vacation days and an opportunity to step out of that limbo line. An opportunity to find out not only where I am, but who I am. Compassionate. Awkward. Stubborn. Lucky. These are words you won’t find on a resume or on my tongue. Add ‘modest’ to the list.

What a humbling game it is. I bend backward at the waist, craning my neck toward the floor. As my lips kiss the ground at the feet of someone who matters, a sharp kick to the teeth sends me to the end of the line.

Editor’s note: This story is part of our September 2016 series ‘Hundreds of Words about Location: Where are you, and how does it affect how you see the world?’


Josh is a copywriter looking to dive into the advertising industry. He bleeds Eagles green, so he’s used to disappointment. Find out more about Josh at his aptly named website, www.joshholin.com

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