An assignment. Then two, then many: The “to do” list grows, a field of weeds in bloom.
The hours available to meet such responsibilities dwindle before their demand. I plunge foward through the maelstrom, only to be born away.
The refrain of a familiar Billy Joel song ever playing in my head…
crysalis
the striving against
that first crack
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Frank J. Tassone 
Too many tasks; too few hours. A phase we have all faced.
Nice one!!!
Thanks for dropping by my blog Frank.
Much💜love
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I like the emerging butterfly image a lot!
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I know that feeling… and alas many of those tasks we assign ourselves.
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Ah yes … always the maelstrom. Cheers!
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