Sweet Spot

I have worn blue collars

Mastered white collars

And all the silly shades in between

Sometimes the work was physically demanding

And the people around me made it worth sticking it out

Most of the work in variations mentally pressed me

Both application and people made me question my existence

But I stayed for as long as I could then moved on

From each landing pad that I jumped onto

During a panic surge to keep myself afloat

I knew as I signed on I was not doing what I wanted

Not where I should be but walking in quick sand

Crying, screaming, grinding my teeth

But none of that mattered because I had money and independence

Now I am in a sweet spot where so few get to be

I get to sit back some and breathe while I play out what I was born to be

Soon I will have to slip back into reality and do like before

But right now I am exactly where I am supposed to be

 

 

....Lisa C