“Some stories flow like a river, this is one of them.”
Cheryl Mousseau
Backed up like a traffic jam, my stories sit at the intersection of my mind. Each one beeping, honking, thinking they are more important than another to be told. ‘Pick me’, ‘No me’, they scream. My head aches as I try to choose. Which one?
Approaching from all directions, I watch through eyes blurred with tears of frustration as I stand like a traffic cop, trying to choose which should be first. All thoughts come to a screeching halt.
“Wait your turn!” I yell. “I am just one person, trying my best to let you all pass. Take a deep breath and relax, your time will come. Be respectful of those who will need to go first!”
Gradually the tension eases. My head stops pounding and for now, my stories are calmed and under control. I point firmly at the first in line and move my arm in a sweeping motion, allowing one sparkling story to move on by.
For today, that is enough. I am just one person, trying my best.
About my story
I had this idea because of the conversations in my mind and the frustration I feel for never having enough time to do all that I need to do. Sometimes, we all feel like this.
It serves as a good reminder for me that we do our best, smile and move along.
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