The Armful

For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns --
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once,
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.

~ Robert Frost

Sometimes I feel like this poem is the story of my existence! What is my deal? With everything that I have going on, is it possible to get everything organized enough to have some semblance of order... ever? I also feel like this poem illustrates how communication can be for me at times! :) Even after this interpersonal communication class! Every time I decide to work on one dimension of my communication I seem to struggle with another area. So, then I work on that area...and plop, I lost something else. It took me a little while, but I started to realize...that's okay! I can continue to try and improve, and I will get where I need to be eventually. I may be old and wrinkly with only a few short days to live, but by golly, I will get there!