We are all of us Christ on the cross,
Tiny messiahs shouldering burdens,
Dragging our feet down a dusty path.
Spit and curses fall on us like rain. 84 more words
Recently, I very nearly burnt out. Some of this was my own doing, taking on too much all at once. Along side work I was writing a dissertation and a chapter for a book and trying to be a good husband and dad and various other bits and pieces. 735 more words