I ask, with a hint of desperation
How do you do it . . . all of the things
The assignments, the tasks, the impossibility of time
The necessity of sanity
There is a threshold, we decide
Where, if the workload is what it should be
We simply remember everything we need to do
Then, when the workload is above our capacity, as it always is
We use Ivy Lee, notebooks, lists, time management
But, when it is too high
When it is overwhelm
We ask only this: what’s next?
What’s the one thing?
Moment by moment
One step after the other
I go for a run at 2:45 in the afternoon
Because that’s the first break I’ve had
And I’m desperate for a little light
Even if the wind gnaws at my cheeks
One step after the other
While I listen to David Sedaris
And dance over slick roads
It’s not on any of my to-do lists
And I show up to my next meeting sweaty
But I can think again
I was once told to think about busy times like seasons
It’s important to know that they will end
A reprieve before there’s something else
There’s always something else
But let’s face it, I’d be bored if there wasn’t
But also, Tuesdays are my “no meeting” days
And I had eight
Twelve tomorrow
Do you hear it? That hint of desperation
But it’s only a season
One step after the other
With Love,
Natalie