eve of the pickup…

August 29th, 2006

on my way home from the last pre-distribution day, the last semi-normal day

before school starts - at least I’m at the rink.

I’m sure everything will go well - in early but out relatively early too.

if I don’t post as much in the next few days, I’ll hope you understand.

I’ve been going a thousand miles an hour, at least in my head -

either I don’t know what to do

or

I have a roaring blizzard of things, all of which demand to be done NOW

which results in my being overwhelmed, in which case I see other people,

even and especially my mom, as another set of impossibly huge

set of demands I can never meet.

if these people didn’t have a point, I could just blow them off,

unfortunately thay all have salient points -

I’m merely proving incapable of doing it all.

which is a problem - because I want to be superhumanly resilient,

stoically invincible, and effortlessly fabulous.

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