Swimming under the sea...

The squid is barely surviving. As the year wore on, I realise that there are so many things to be done. It is not 'quite' challenging, but 'VERY' challenging... I might gripe.

It is a job which requires me to take on as many roles as possible. May I dare to name a few...
1) educator
2) caretaker
3) nurse
4) secretary
5) maid
6) cleaner
7) 'marker'............................ and I'm sure many people could still add on to the never-ending list.

I'm not sure why my blog only had one lone entry from last year. However, it was about a year ago that I made the comment of living up to the challenge. Somehow, within these few months, I've gotten tired. I want to survive through the storm. I want to be able to ride the waves and rise to the occasion. I want to see myself grow. I want... I want.... But... Can I?

Looking at the mountains of work piled high up on my desk, both at the workplace and at home, I feel that I'm drowning at times. I wonder how all of them cope? I really wonder...

I wish I could have a magic wand. Maybe, I haven't been using the correct method to get through to the group whom I'm seeing everyday. I want to find the wand.... please...