Someone new asked who are you? Tell me more about you. This question set me thinking, More like deep data linking. I have varied identities, And all are my realities. There’s not one me, But many in me. Working from home has further complicated this equation, Mishmash of tasks, duties and relations, Sometimes within minutes I have to change roles, And report with precision like someone on parole. From work meetings to household chores, The list miraculously grows evermore, Everyday seems to be a delicate game of juggle, I wonder if you also feel this struggle. Mindset shift from a work problem to one at home, Makes me feel going against human genome. Our minds work best when we focus, Not when we keep shifting our locus. So to who are you? Multiple answers are true. A mother, a daughter, a writer, a sister, So many identities are in one me, mister. Which one would you like to meet? Each is unique-some a bit more sweet.
Various and precious roles in life. Mother, daughter, sister, friend and wife. Sometimes I grapple, how to juggle? Some days seem a struggle. All roles are dear and I wish to tend, But time and energy are finite in the end, Some I see seamlessly roles blend. No easy way for me to navigate this curvaceous bend. Which amongst my various roles should I prioritize? How should I categorize? Not let one act monopolize. It’s a balancing game to play and strategize. From none do I want to flee. Each role is nourishing and dear to me. Some days I can efficiently manage, like a busy bee, On others, in my own sweet solitude I find absolute glee. Some roles pull me in opposite way(s), Balancing priorities is not an easy play. What price am I ready to pay? All relations need time, attention and energy to sway.