Isn't it a wonder how I've had my fill of certain people. The past few days I've felt stuffed mentally of course with drama that should have nothing to do with me and physically which parallels the moments I am with my certain relative (and others). Really no more. I'm full. The first few bites were delicious, now the taste is a little too pungent and nothing I can do can remove the taste. I'm so over each topic, it has all been said, but yet no one listens to themselves or me.
These days I honestly don't have time for the pungent taste. It's too much to get over, so I am afraid I'll have to avoid it completely. But hey if you tried to stop shoving it down my throat maybe we'd have a decent conversation. Maybe it's too much to bite off, and I've ended up at the other end asking everyone else how it is and now no one is noticing that I am choking on my own bite.
So when my stomach's full and my thirst's quenched I think I am going to walk away satisfied next time.
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2 comments:
nice metaphor.
Wonderfully written.
As nannies, we are caretakers and it seems we tend to take on that role with everyone in our lives, except ourselves. And everyone just accepts that and goes along with it, so we are left waiting for someone to offer to help us as we would have helped them. After more than 10 years in this business, I realized that we have to put ourselves first before everyone else. It does affect our jobs somewhat, but who cares. I say we all say WHAT ABOUT US!
can I repost this post of yours on my blog?
I think it says all it should and MORE!
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