You either give yourself enough room
or you give yourself enough rope.

Your choice
every day
even when it doesn't seem that way.

You choose
the new project
or the space to let the old ones breathe.

You choose
crowded or airy
light or heavy
even or wobbly
caff, half-caff or decaf.

You you you
no matter how much you want
it to be
them them them.

God hands you a can of paint
for to spruce up a wall
or a chair
or a hall
or a door

Is it Her fault
you use it
to paint yourself into a corner
again?

No matter.

There is rest there, too,
where vectors collide.
And much time
to ponder
the thrills of a full plate
as you multitask
and learn
precisely how much fun it is
watching paint dry...

xxx
c

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