It feels a bit like oxygen that’s robbed,
But really it’s just time that runs
Away from me, a ribbon skidding through my grasp
Until the hands are burnt red raw
Just trying hard to keep a hold
Of life’s most precious commodity.
The work will pile higher than the 12
On that clock that hangs upon the kitchen wall,
So work, work, work until you skid into the grave
And hope that there will be the whispers of
The seconds that we dreamed of in our fruitful lives.
I am off running at the weekend, which means that I have no time to do my lesson plans for the following week. It’s my problem because I’ve chosen to do something I love this weekend, but OMG, I feel like I’m drowning.
I’m sure everybody that has ever had any kind of job has a day or two where they feel like they are drowning, so I know that this is just a part of being human. I’m just not that good at handling the really intense human emotions that all the muggles seem to handle so well.
I just need to take a few deep breaths and prioritise and I will fly through this week. There is always going to be a bit of discomfort in life, because that is being human. My pain and stress is no worse than the next person. We are all the same and that thought should be a bit of a comfort to anyone who feels that they are drowning right now.
2 thoughts on “work, work, work”
It’s not a problem to do the things you enjoy. Pace yourself. Enjoy being you. Everything else will follow.
It’ll all get done. And it’s not worth getting sick or depressed, just to get to one more thing. Take it a step at a time, and b-r-e-a-t-h-e.