Dailyfreewrite prompt "spinning too many plates"
Tara used to wake up earlier than the sun every morning. There was buzzing and burning of emails, cries of babies, and ringing of the phone. Meetings at work accumulated, reports had to be completed and her workforce had to be led in the right direction consistently. Everyday chores, washing mountains, homework check, and doctor visits of her mother drew her in all directions at home.
She smiled through all of that, until one morning when she was standing in the queue to order coffee, she left her phone on the ground, when it fell all her schedule went with it. A foreigner inquired, what happened to you? You are okay?
She exhaled. I believe I have spinning too many plates.
He smiled suavely. You may plant a few down.
That evening she switched off her phone and forgot about washing dishes and eventually she sat down, just that one moment. And in the silence she bedecked how to breathe.
