There are times when days seem to merge with the nights and they seem to never end... when the darkness and the silence doesn't help to catch that elusive restful sleep.
In this year's performance report, I was the most tardy member of the Executive Committee. I can't seem to keep track of time and I am always late.
There are days when the "things to do list" just keep getting longer rather than shorter. The problems to solve just mushroom pop out of nowhere even before you begin to find solutions.
Other days I miss out on important events because I couldn't organize my schedule anymore and meetings seem to blend one after the other, and the wake up call and the cup of black coffee in the morning is what keeps me afloat in the #CHAOTIC mind of mine.
Assistants are heaven-sent angels who provide just the right kind of support I need. They may not be family, but they seem to care enough to help keep me moving, lest I drown in self-pity or get overwhelmed in the vortex of work I created for myself.
Then again, maybe it's the age. When knees start to creak and moving is a chore. When holidays other people get to put their beat foot forward and post what they have and who they have, you realize all you have is the blues.
