Rome wasn’t built in a day….
My brain is overwhelmed with thoughts of how I can squeeze it all into the 24 hours of my day
8.5 hours for work
2 hours for traffic
1 hour of dinner/family time
The remainder divided between business and play..
Rome wasn’t built in a day
Too tired to find another way
So I write…
Writing always feels right
It has become my favorite way to end my night
Especially times when I wish I had a pair of strong arms to hold me tight
Times when I need him to whisper “It’s gon’ be alright”
Rome wasn’t built in a day
There’s a time to work
A time to play
There’s always time to pray
Maybe I need to meditate
That shit always makes me feel great
But I lack the discipline to be still
I know the power of silencing my thoughts
but it’s easier to just get caught up in how I feel
Rome wasn’t built in a day
Take one day at time
Breathe in
Breathe out
Put that shit on repeat until you release the clutter in your mind….
