A new colleague was being driven to tears by someone upstairs the other day.
So i was wondering just how much more they can push me against the same wall to have the same outcome.
Been having quite an unpleasant time at work, having to mother hen the babies and to carry out the work from the top of the hierarchy.
Most days I can forget about work-life balance, and pray silently that I can get home and sleep the fatigue away. Then again, the him who lives upstairs has always been gracious to me.
I find myself exceptionally lucky on those days as well, having survived yet another tornado weather and being blessed with so much more.
Right now I think I have the same kind of slow rage building inside me like back then. Those type that motivates the silent rebellion. Anyway, need has always been the mother of invention, isn't it?
and yes, I have an invisible ring.
