blogging, Poetry, random, Uncategorized

The Commute Home

What do I find?
What can I find
through the hills and holes of the underground?
A brisk wind travels through the train windows
as the rush of the tracks moves us forward.


I sit and stare.
A tired mind listens to the constant entrances and exits.
Echoes of movement follow the train as it speeds
toward everyone’s different destinations.
Slow, steady steps lead upward—
an automated climb back to the street.


Some arrive late.
Some arrive right on time.
Some step off exactly when they need to.
People rest.
People rush.
People stare at their phones.


Another step outside.
Wind against my face.
I reach my destination:
bouncing elevators,
broken mailboxes,
the same yellow and brown hallway.
The familiar clutter.
The low evening quiet.

But somewhere in the middle of all of this,
I practice patience.
Each ride home
is another chance
to become a little better
than I was before.

blogging, mental health, random

Cleaning Up After Everyone

What do you complain about the most?

Sometimes its hard when  I feel like the most responsible and aren’t beligrent of serious situations.

And its the small annoying things that I have to handle, when it can be clearly taken care by another person who is responsible for their own mess.

Its puts mental stress…..on not only by my coping limit but my inner peace.

Examples

  • Someone leaving messes around the house that they expect others people to pick up for them
  • Someone is not responsible for his/her finances and leaves it to another to be good when they are having their own stress
  • Someone who isn’t being responsible for his own life or career and you have to be his assistant

When the complaints start, and you want to not blow up. It helps to remember some podcasts like Mel Robbins or Jay Shetty on boundaries, mental health, stress and responsibilities.