Dragging

I sought the time to read today, but all I managed was a chapter in the morning and another in the evening.  It is not that I had a busy day, rather an unproductive day in which life was out of focus, and so the few things I was doing in my not busy day dragged

And so, perhaps like the great many, I grew thinking I was the alpha male, the strong man, the decisive leader.  And I could present myself as the beta, working my way up, rung over rung on that corporate ladder until I found myself in the position of an alpha and I was indecisive and lost control.  It turns out I had always been a cross-dressing mother hen.  If only I had known earlier.

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