- June 27, 2017
- Posted by: Heather Chambers
- Category: Blog, Lifestyle
As I sit here on this plane,
My body sinking lower, completely drained.
I recap the week filled with meetings and due dates,
Happy Hours, dinners, staying up way too late.
Constantly being “on” with no time to think,
I haven’t seen my friends in weeks and I need a drink!
Trying to fit a workout into this long day,
Getting seven hours of sleep or else my brain will pay.
I have to do this, no I need to do that,
Committees, volunteering, sports- what’s up with ALL of that?
Always on the move with social obligations or work,
Trying to find a balancing act without being some kind of jerk.
All of this pressure just to be known,
Even keeping up with the news is a job of its own.
Time is a mirage, a great idea it seems,
With days flying by I think I just might scream.
They say “sleep when you’re dead” but I can’t miss a beat,
Tomorrow’s another day- detox, retox, repeat . . .