It is a precious crown that’s made of glass
Placed on just the chosen heads
Of those who do not quake in fear
At that sentiment, that ludicrous idea
That they can keep it balanced there.
To keep it safe from careless slips.
It’s hard, it requires some tender care.
But wear that crown with love and grace
And for the reins there’ll be no race.
A monarch can be truly loved,
But duly note that once you’ve reached your pearly throne
You are up there entirely on your own.
I’ve been thinking a lot about responsibility recently. I hate it. I have absolutely no desire to be a manager of any kind at work but it’s not always been like that. Not so long ago, I craved that success. But I didn’t seem to appreciate that with the success comes responsibility. It was a burden that I am not strong enough to carry and I would often buckle within a few weeks of getting any promotion.
It’s taken a lot of therapy to realise that it’s not what I want and that it’s OK to not want it. Society tells us that we should aspire to reach the top, but it takes a certain type of person and not all of us are that person. I love just pottering around at my work and leaving my stresses at the door when I leave. And that is OK!
Push yourself in areas that interest you because once that crown is placed on your head you sometimes have to fight to the death to keep it there. Make sure that it’s a battle you have the energy and the inclination to fight.