Forty

I was torn.

Between my heart.

And the lizard.

In the back of my mind.

I tested myself on both end of the work-life balance.

The most demanding this far deemed parenting.

Hardship is not about the kids.

But to have children.

And to swim against the mainstream.

Or to raise kids while working from home.

Two hundred seventy-one days to go.

Almost forty weeks.

Just enough to bring a baby from conception to delivery.

Will I write my book by my fortieth birthday?