Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
This prompt feels like a personal attack,
And I hope it doesn’t feel like to anyone else ever,
But,
the nature of the topic chosen this day;
woosh…
The existence of two lives feels a foreign concept when you are a business owner,
you can’t say no to a client,
even if they call after hours,
because this can be an opportunity to gain an edge over the competitors,
who are working hard with a much higher manpower,
and here we are,
trying to survive,
By managing job-work that client brings in,
also producing our own product,
….
all of this becomes a medley of chaos,
as I have to prepare the material that we have to work on,
to get finally paid by the client…
My work day starts as soon as I close this blog,
As I get ready to leave for work,
and my work carries on till 8 -8:30 in the evening,
and then comes a forty-five-minute drive,
on a good day 25 minutes,
and as i am returning home,
I have to pick up necessities,
which takes ma an additional half an hour,
so,
I’m at home around 9-9:30 Ish in the evening,
Guess the work and personal life balance…?
(The cherry on top,
my working days go on until Sunday,
and my weekly off is on Monday,
yes,
you heard it right,
Monday,
When everyone is dragging themselves to work,
I am chilling at my crib…)
Would you call this a balanced work and home life…?
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
making things work,
has to take a toll on someone,
and that becomes me,
worries about our targets,
timely delivery,
and coordinating with those
who are involved in the process…
Often I find myself,
crushed,
broken beyond repair,
these clothes are dirty,
these hands are blacked like metals,
dust that goes in the air,
oil smudges here,
grease stains there,
but,
working this life,
this black life,
like steel by heating it,
quenching it to provide strength,
and then tempering to finally be able to work under pressure…
This life is a pill,
that’s hard to swallow,
and hurts often,
passing through the esophagus,
like it has thorns akin to roses,
but,
when this tired body hits the bed,
To take much needed sleep,
to self it feels like a much deserving break;
Not far from these are thoughts that haunt,
when sleep breaks in the night,
and all the thoughts come at once,
A haunting…
Waakiye 