O is for Overwhelmed
Today’s post almost didn’t make it. It is strange how I feel this way today of all days.
Sunk under the day’s work.
Beleaguered by the requirements of customs and traditions
Pounded on by a barrage of different obstacles that Life throws in the general direction of the living.
A precariously placed pile of rubble that waits until that one moment of displaced stone that sets the avalanche upon unsuspecting souls.
Every moment in the day demands my attention and I am in a cage unable to watch over all of them. Ever notice how the baggage of emotions that we carry grows so heavy at times that it manifests in a range of physical symptoms?
A slow migraine rises in the back of my head.
My heart pounds irrationally. Sometimes fast and sometimes, s-l-o-w.
It is strange how I feel this way today of all days.
Overwhelmed: the Methuselah of my excuses for being out of sorts, it has always been there for me.