My life, the yo-yo.
Always fishing for the weekend.
I start each week with a plan,
A good one, I’m always sure.
Until it fails,
until I get overwhelmed,
My plan blown up and every piece flying.
I am lucky, I remind myself,
When shrapnel doesn’t hit my gut
But,
Just because my plans fracture.
Even when they shatter
Control is mine.
Because I control the changes I make.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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