Another day of work

I notice

it is my choice

if I am wimpy,

if I say, mixing concrete

is too much for me,

or at least, I sure dislike it —

the heaviness, the dust,

the scritchy sound,

the muddy mess of cleanup

If I say so, I will be weak

at the prospect of moving the bags,

I will express my distaste,

my visage will be sour

I may become emotional

and tell myself I’m played out,

and tell myself I just need to go home

But if I do that,

it is my choice. If I prefer,

I can choose strength and sunniness,

and growing capabilities. 

Something to remember,

something to put to use.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 16, 2018