At the end of the day
– I work harder than I imagined and harder than I should
At the end of the day
– I have to admit I have limitations
At the end of the day
– I’m fighting a battle against myself
At the end of the day
– I’m exhausted
– I hurt
– I’m angry
At the end of the day
– I can no longer suck it up
At the end of the day
– I am no longer a benefit to my team
At the end of the day
– I have to swallow my pride and expose my pain
At the end of the day
– I’m faced with decisions I don’t want to make
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At the end of the day, I had to leave my beloved fountain and move to retail. Admitting to myself, and others, that I can’t do something is probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Harder still was watching the fountain eventually close due to staffing and feeling like I could have prevented it.
At the end of the day I’ve changed, and I need to evolve – reinvent myself, once again. I stomp my foot, I scream, I cry. I curse the ravages of age and time and affliction. A friend recently commented that she has to “get used to” the new me. Ugh!!! I worked hard to create this dream, this life, for the old me. Now it seems the new me slipped in and dumped the old me somewhere down the road – probably in South Dakota.
At the end of the day, I sigh. I prepare for battle daily, knowing that I will win some and I will lose some. I fight because, well, that’s what I do. And I fight because I know that, someday, I will no longer be able to continue on this journey. But today is not that day.
At the end of the day, I’m still here, still moving, still dreaming, still planning, still living life cage free.