Week 33 – Command #2

The Grind

I was frustrated.

In my head, I was banging my noggin on the table.

I couldn’t see the future. I could only see red tape.

Whenever I tried to go around it, I was

Stopped. In. My. Tracks.

Ugh!

Sometimes, I wished I didn’t have to follow the commands handed down to me.

Why do I put up with this shit?

I would pull out some hair except I was already bald, and my fingernails were already chewed to the nubs.

I went outside and took a deep breath.

I envisioned myself in the Swiss Alps, looking up at the sun.

It was a glorious moment.

And all was good.