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Transitions

I read that the world is changing, theatrics and chaos now trump logic.

I’m told that the planets are realigning, bringing more prosperous times.

I hear the winds of change at home and at work.

How do we maintain our compass when everything around is moving? How do we find our North.

Mediator at home and leader at work, without much credit in either role, it feels like a boat without a bottom.

Tough shoes to fill, huge shadow to outshine, is it even worth the fight?

No vote of confidence, campaigning without a seat, is it self worth that’s missing?

A life plan in jeopardy, the wait is never ending.

 

And yet, there’s decks to be made, documents to be reviewed,

Relationships to manage, chores to be completed.

Is the busy-ness an escape, a way to fill the void?

Or is it acceptance that life is not problems devoid...

Is it in the moments between those milestones,

Discovering a new song or great book, an evening with a friend or a call with a few,

Eating too much cake, and regretting it at the gym,

Binge watching a show till late, all the co-workers and bosses we hate,

The bittersweet mundane,

Everyday monotony.

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