As of Late...

 

            With all these things piling up against me from the financial impact COVID-19 had on me to the daily mishaps at my current job, it sometimes feels too much.  I know I’ve been built to hold the weight of the world on my shoulders; however, I didn’t consider my own weight on this world. 

           The beautiful connections I’ve made out in the various homeless camps with my clients all help me along this uphill moment in my life.  

 

            I’ve arrived at a moment in my life where something must give; something must change.  Lately, so much has weighted my heart down and is causing me to question and reevaluate the way things have just been in my life.  I’ve become accustomed to the lack of appreciation in my professional life and it has slowly eaten away at my spirit.  I’ve arrived at my breaking point, even after years of depreciation and being overlooked, I’ve decided that from this moment forward, no more.

            In my line of work, I must meet an individual now they are at on their journey and help guide them any way I can.  I’ve been reprimanded for the help I give and dismissed for the time I give to them.  I’ve been discredited of my expertise and knowledge because I’ve made an executive decision that a person is worth at least an extra 15 minutes.  Sometimes people in powerful positions in my profession forget that the people we serve have been written off by society as the undesirables, the unworthy of acknowledgement.  So no, I will not accommodate your impatient foot tapping over a person who may have not spoken a single word to another person in five days.  If you’ve forgotten why you are here, I am here to remind you.  The love I have for what I do goes beyond your laughing and snickering while I walk in front of you.  You Acclaim yourself as superior, but sadly what you lack is heart.

            With all these things that dance in my mind, I find myself too distracted to focus on writing as I wish and recall moments in life worth writing about.  School has me bogged down to the point of distress, however, I will not relent.  Hope lives in everything I see.  Joy lives in the hot jasmine tea I sip at my writing desk.  Peace lives in my keystrokes and humility ties itself to my words.  I will reach a place beyond the grasp of wolves and roam freely to love the unwanted and give a smile to those who forgot how to. 

 

Watch me fly.