Wiley once painted me a 13 headed hydra. He was about 5 and it was on a footstool that I have in my living room. Today as I gazed at it I realized I AM a 13 headed hydra. And none of the heads know what the others are up to. I forget things, I lose things, I do too much and collapse into exhaustion, or I do too little and implode into immobility. I hate my life and am determined to take it one day at a time and try to get through this job and then I decide to just quit and the consequences be damned! But I have too much debt for that. The solution is another job. Not a lot of those floating around. What would I do? What can one do with a bachelors in Elementary Education and Math? I can’t do math. My 13 heads are too jumbled. I really don’t know if I can do anything that anyone would pay me for. At least not enough to live on. What a dilemma. Well, we must all sit down and talk sometime. Not now though, I’m too tired.
27 Sep
13 Headed Hydra
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