The further into this century we move,
the more it seems to be
that many people are attempting
to gain entry into
the Guinness Book of World Records
by overachievement,
overworking themselves
into an anxious frenzy.
A weird flex of muscles:
claiming to get the most done with the
smallest amount of rest,
the tiniest winks of sleep.
The pep talks
we give ourselves
each day
as we rev our engines
yet slyly ask
‘Anybody got any jumper cables?’
April Ridge lives in the expansive hopes and dreams of melancholy rescue cats. She thrives on strong coffee, and lives for danger. In the midst of Indiana pines, she follows her heart out to the horizon of reality and hopes never to return to the misty sands of the nightmarish 9 to 5. April aspires to beat seasonal depression with a well-carved stick, and to one day experience the splendor of the Cucumber Magnolia tree in bloom.
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