Rubber bands

A mess...that's what I am these days...inside I feel like a big tangled up ball of different colored rubber bands...of course I use the illustration of office supplies because I love office supplies...along with the mess is many side tracks to concentrating on unwrapping each stretchy string...every one of the bands has words of my mass chaos written in a sharpie describing yet another incident I have created or yet to handle...

How many times will I let the band go flying? How many welts will I inflict upon myself before it untangles? How many will I break? How many will be so tangled up that I have to take the scissors to it? How many will I dangerous pull to its maximum capacity without it snapping me in the face or breaking??

Will I choose to see it as an adventure or an obstacle???

Tonight I don't know and that's okay...