Monday, April 6, 2009


My children are sharks. 

They smell the weakness in me. The vulnerability. The lack of energy for a fight. They know they have me, circling, pushing buttons, until they swoop in for the kill. I used to be so strong, so unwavering, so disciplined. 

I have hope. In ten weeks I will regain my strength. I might be exhausted but it is a good exhaustion and I manage to run on pure adrenaline. The weakness fades. I find my balance. I regain my position as top of the totem pole instead of steadily falling and letting the little creatures climb over me. 

Let's hope I don't get eaten before then.

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1 comment:

Bee said...

I will continue to keep you in my thoughts... Enjoy your night out (@ work) with me tonight! Teeheehee...