Nostalgia - Stressed...

Stressed

I'm stressed, there are always a million things to do and i never finish my work. It's not over the top stressed but compounded stress that i've been subjected to.

Morning

I took a cab this morning, i would have been late if i didn't so i took a cab. I woke up at 7.20a.m mind you but i was exhausted, so exhausted that i did everything in slow motion till it hit 8.30a.m when i would usually leave the house at 8.00 a.m .

*Waves Cab*, two cabs whizzed right pass me and another two cabs arrive. *Waves* first one whizzes by pointing me to the one behind, yup, the one loaded with asap which had been dormant for like 5minutes.

I was like um.. no, i don't want that other taxi, but oh well...

So the other taxi started to start it's engine and move nearer towards me, well i won't begin judging here noooooo, not on an open blog, so here comes the aplomb!

This guy looked every inch a ? Gangster? i don't know what you'd call him. When i entered the taxi it was like it was on fire, absolutely smoky.

As i entered i gave him the directions,
to my office he shooted,
off with one hand,
on the steering the other
and the the third playing fiddle with his diddly glove?
The ones that bikers use?
To show of their little fingers,
So that when it fiddles,
You'll know they have fingers

As soon as shifted the pedal, i felt like the driver was playing Daytona or the Taxi game which you ferried passengers before the time runs out.

He would swerve to the left,
and swerve to the right,
and curse to the left,
With his head to the right,
Whosoever brave,
To impede on his path,
He's show his moves off,
With a twist of his tounge,
He'll Show you whose boss,

While he swerved like a bomb,
The clock tickled,
As the metre ran,
With my mouth agape,
for the flies to go ape,
My heart bobbed out,
As it throbbed on my tongue,
I could taste emotions,
Like i could feel two notions,
One 2 kneel,
And the other 2 pray,
O Lord i thank,
This day today,
For i've appreciated life,
Like never before.

You couldn't believe how thankful i was when i reached my stop, half the time i was thought he would pull me over and rob me. How was i suppose to react if he did that? Fight back? Well it's not that i'm not afraid to fight back, but am i suppose to pray or to fight back?

Rely on my strength or rely on God's strength, but i am... or rather was trained in self-defence arts. What am i supposed to do should i come across situations as this?

Those were the thoughts that crossed my mind and i found my pride in crossroads once again. To fight and to give up would be a sissy thing to do, moreover i was once working as someone who was trained in the art of self defence! That would be humiliating wouldn't it?

Well, as i fought myself early in the day i prayed for strength once again.

Work

As the day piled up,
My head bobbed up,
To see the pile up,
would need two diagonal stairs.

As my head spinned like stars,
Across the milky way,
My head turned knots,
As i lost direction's count.

As i swam in my work,
Like a fish out of water,
My world started to falter,
Like two ends apart,
It justs has to rhyme,

I ot filled with more and more work, each side demanded or rather require something to be done at that moment, i felt swamped with work to add to the mountain of work that was already up to my neck. Everything was urgent.. As i started to destress myself and yes pray. What else can i do?

So i begin to piece up the pieces i could piece up and started working on the things that i could, i'm just praying for strength, stamina and wisdom to guide me through because God knows and i know that without Him i'm nothing.

So yeah, here i am, buried in work.

I'm not burdened, well that might be a lie, but i try not to be. I really do. And i do n'tfeel the weight, just the exhaustion.

Just the things unseen that troubles me,
over the faith i have that i've not foreseen,
lies the path in which i tread that i see not yet,
but in the hope of things to come and the everlasting king,
In Him i put my trust & faith,
That my life might be in line with His,
And His path the trail that i'll trod.

I pray for faith, I pray for hope,
At a costs i pray at a costs i must face,
I pray for grace to abound in me,
That the trials i face would be His grace to me.

I thank You, Father for this day and this journey. I thank You for everything you've given unto me. Thank You, Lord.