I have hit the wall in a big way. You know the wall, don’t you? You come in in the morning and even before you have put your stuff down (coffee, purse, laptop bag, keys, sunglasses) there’s a crisis that needs your attention. And basically, you don’t stop for the rest of the day until – BAM! — you hit the wall. You have nothing left to give. They have taken it all. You don’t even know how you’re going to walk to your car let alone make the 25-mile commute home with a couple thousand of your closest Road Rage friends.
That, for those of you who wonder what’s been smacking you down all these years, is the wall. And welcome to it.
