Invincible

Sometimes chores oppress me.  I go to work, and there's all that to be done.  I come home and there's another batch.  So I rebel.  I read. I go for walks.  I sleep.  I escape.  But there is another way.  Not to be controlled by chores.  Controlled either in forcing myself to do them, or controlled when I flee them.  No, the escape must not be fleeing, avoidance.  There are times to make the choice to nurture myself.  To fill  myself with strength.  And then to take that strength and turn it on the chores, to do what must be done.  Not to find my way to the last annoying chore, but to see what path I truly want to walk, and then do the hard work to get me there.