Begin, begin, begin.. restart, restart, restart..

No moving forward, only repeated starting over.

I was ready, too.

I could really use this at a time like now. I am willing to try.

I serve as an incredible post for bees and arachnids.

The spiders take advantage of my bike's handlebars to get them on campus. They must hop on early morn and wait for my arrival to tighten their web in order to promise a safe trip. Every so often they don't make it. I can't help it, right?

The bees use me to stop and clean their face or perhaps just for that once (but necessary) in a blue moon rest from their daily bzzz-y agenda. Horrible pun.

But, seriously, who am I?

Attention brain!: I cannot do this on my own. You're supposed to run the show. Instead, you make me a mess.

You cannot sprinkle sunshine over my senses and expect me to keep quiet.

I'm not doing a very good job at this.

Spinning.