It’s hard not to feel the slightest bit overwhelmed.
As if the world was a long line of dominoes.
These days I always feel like I’m juggling.
Finances, work, people, plans until they all crash with equal force to the floor.
Or I catch them.
As if I can’t spend a minute for myself or I won’t catch it —
I’m not even sure what I’m chasing, to be candid.
There’s a lot of gray between wins and losses.
Success is buried in the real world —
not willing to bury my head in the sand to find it.
As if ambition was sun glasses
or looking the other way.
As if driven was an end state.