DAY

I had one of those days that didn't stop. I couldn't get everything I needed to get done because each passing minute brought a new dilemma that needed to be addressed immediately. Meetings overlapped and the hours ticked by. I drank soup like it was cold water. I missed the meetings that had been scheduled for weeks. I didn't have the chance to re-schedule those meetings. I hate to hear disappointment in the voice of a colleague, but there is absolutely no way I could give more. I crawled home, amongst the traffic blocks because the UN is in session. I am tired and hungry and have a sore throat. I have knots in my neck. I love what I do, but realize it does take its toll on me. I love this city, but it takes a toll on me. I am vexed by the people who work like I do, and still find time for their personal lives. the gym, friends, cooking, cleaning etc. let alone, those who have families; babies, husbands etc. how do they manage it all?

are they my heroes or the very thing I never want to be or even could be because I don't have enough time?

after a hectic day where I didn't feel all that well, I question things