Type A behaviour was my addiction.
I survived on a high level of adrenalin
and internal friction.
Over- doing was my number one affliction
Incessant pushing created tension
And greater personal restriction.
The drive towards the promised cultural depiction
Led me, in surprise to less connection
And sadly to my spirit’s eviction.
My mind had trespassed into my souls jurisdiction.
The myth of the culture and the truth of my experience
were at odds.
I would wager to say there was a strong contradiction.
My life was feeling less real-more like science fiction.
Buying into more is better had proven to be a malediction.
Focusing on presentation, external measures and perfect diction.
Living with more and more stress turned into internal pulp fiction.
The idea of perfection caused fatigue, nausea, and near vasoconstriction!
Striving for more, better, and faster can be more than an infliction.
This ideology captures us, holds us captive like some kind of transfixion.
The harder we work…the harder we fall, this is my prediction.
To honour the soft, flexible, and grace filled – this is my new abstriction.
Perhaps we can begin a new era. Institute a revolutionary indiction.
Where pushing beyond our limits is no longer encouraged.
It becomes an interdiction.
We don’t need another self-crucifixion.
Rather a new found benediction!
Ducit Amore 