Sometimes I’m drowning.
It’s too much.
To juggle, carry, and spin, the balls, burdens, and plates.
I’m crowded, crushed, squeezed, rushed.
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Resilience, they say.
Organise and optimise, your self.
It’s not us, they say.
It’s you.
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Just a little more, they say.
Then a little more, a little more, and a little more.
We’ve measured it, they say.
We’re right.
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Do more for less, they say.
These are challenging times for ‘us’.
It’s a vocation, they say.
Be grateful.
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They’re right.
I’m grateful. But tired. Sometimes so tired.
It’s too much.
I’m drowning.
