The Hats
I wear many hats. And I'm getting old.
And it takes me longer than it used to to switch hats. Today I'm a municipal officer, posting about fire regulations and the annual shore clean-up and recycling instructions. And I need to get into writing mode. Deadline. And edits. Deadline. And a play revamp. Deadlines. And workshop. Deadline. And a corporate tax return I was begged to do. Deadline. And I in turn need to beg someone to type up some old poetry for a publication that they downloaded to me in squinchy JPG format that a four year old couldn't read. Deadline.
And I'm tired. I feel the life is sucked out of me at the moment. I have some health issues, nothing serious, just annoyances so I phoned the doc who'll see me tomorrow morning.
And the only hat I want to wear is my reader hat. Curl up with a book that's waiting for me and tell the whole world to buzz off.
I can't even find the chef hat so's I can make my own dinner.
I know how you feel, some days I want to throw out a lot of my hats. Hope your doctors visit goes well tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteHope the doc helps you find your chef's hat and your energy!
ReplyDeleteI have no idea how you do all of that. My anxiety levels would never allow me to handle all those deadlines.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you need a "well" day. Let 'em all think your sick, but enjoy a day at home reading!
ReplyDeleteI am bald. If I wear a hat, I am ridiculed. Make what you will of that! I hope you laugh.
ReplyDelete"Oh dear, it sounds like everything's getting on top of you all of a sudden. I hope you rediscover your usual equilibrium! And I hope the doctor has some useful advice."
ReplyDeleteYou sound overwhelmed. Can you take a day off?
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