Here I am, working at the new company for a month now. I have arranged suitable care for my mother. My son is going to school regularly. And I am terribly creative in my spare time, just note the number of posts.
So “the world” will probably call me a good example and say I’m doing fine. “Look how well she dances.”
Yes, I am dancing. It felt fine at first, but now I know I’m dancing too swift, too frenetic. I’m not dancing in a field of clover. I’m performing a macabre ritual on a narrow ledge. My steps are mocking the edge and loose rocks. How long until I misplace a foot and fall into the abyss?
The Wild Woman is warning me, I hear her call. But I cannot seem to get enough time to catch my Breath and regain my Self. And there’s no Wood Carver around to tell me to stop and show me what to cut out of my list of things to do.
I'm not writing this to beg for pity. I know that there are many persons in the same state. Or even worse. Because at least I am aware of what I'm doing and what can be the consequence. That will help me to slow down my dance.
But some of you are not aware of the madness of your 'great life'. It's for you that I wrote this tiny blogpost. So you may get out in time.