Asleep At the Wheel

I am suddenly exhausted. In addition to actually being tired, I’m overwhelmed. OVERWHELMED. By what? -- you may ask. By the sheer magnitude of life as it teems all around me: the people, the lives, the daily dailies, the routines, the ruts, the successes, the failures, the joys, the heartbreak, the drama, the hubbub, the hullabaloo. It plays in my head, all day. I can’t keep these all these balls in the air. I can’t keep my hands on the wheel. I am falling asleep at the wheel. And the car of life is going to miss the curve.