I Could Probably Use an Eraser
I’m blessed beyond belief. I’m working, so far everyone in my family is safe and healthy, and we have everything we need for the time being. But just like everyone these days, I’m writing with both sides of the pencil.
And the grip, the middle part, that’s where I’m holding on for dear life. Actually, that’s where the entire world seems to be holding on for dear life. This is middle age.
I love feeling useful, being needed and appreciated. But being expected to assist in so many directions has forced me to pop the eraser off and sharpen both ends. No wonder most of what I scribble it indecipherable and I can’t even correct it!
These days, my work productivity is lower than I’d like, the boys schoolwork suffers because I can’t seem to give 100% attention, and I wish I had more hours to devote to family and friends. This isn’t even considering my desire to be more involved with professional organizations, working out more, and learning new things. Oh, and I’d love to squeeze in binging Tiger King.
And I’d give anything to get that eraser back.
