Even when I’m busy,
and it feels like work has taken over my life;
even when I’m high off of bathroom bleach and floor cleaner
and my brain is exhausted from talking to clients for hours on end;
the endless phone calls,
the organizing their life,
the writing for publication;
even when my body is about to collapse
from the walking that never ends,
the cleaning that never stops;
even when I’m completely covered in dog hair
and dirty paw prints
and my legs don’t want to move another inch,
and I feel quite literally brain dead,
I still make time for my people.
They keep me sane.
They keep me motivated.
They keep my priorities straight.
I never saw “being busy” as an excuse to not make time for people.
I need love more than I need money.