There's a comfortable space to hold your weight

But there's no comfort when there's a task

Eject your tools and execute

handle the weight

get it done before you sit

If it sits, it will slip through the cracks

You won't let it settle until you’ve managed

Handle the weight

Poke at the weight

Prod until its debris ‘messies’ your little calm

The calm that could've helped you 

The calm that could've steadied your weight

How do I know that if I choose calm, anything will ever get done?

And if managing seems to work so well, why is it dirtying your precious little calm?

“How do you take care of yourself when you feel stressed?”

“I get whatever’s stressing me out done….”

“Right…”

“Right…”