Hands

I have been in this spot before.  The clock is ticking down,still so much to finish.  Why did I wait on this till now?  Oh well, nose to the grind-stone-get it done.  In the end, I typically pull it right out of my…..well, anyway the best part is I am a master at making it look as though I did not-pull it out of my you know where-but I always did!

But this time seems different.  my nose is to the grind stone and I am trying to block everything out.  All the demands, all the time I must give, this time I can’t shut it out.  I can’t close myself off and take a break to buy me some time and create my master piece again.  I can’t produce the things the open hands, waving violently in face, want-demand-now!  I am trying, but unlike before, the hands won’t let me  focus.

I want to scream and freeze it all-give the hands everything they want, demand, deserve(only some of them), and warned me about.  Not possible-gotta stop looking around at the hands and just focus, or the hands might grab me and hold me back from what I have been trying to get to with a grip that is so tight I can’t break it!  Stop me just at the doorway.

It’s either me or them.