I was feeling like the work I was doing was beneath me, beneath my experience, beneath my education; which, both, have always defined “me.” And on some (read: most) days that took away from my gratefulness that I had THREE (extremely manageable) jobs. The idea of more consumed me, and if I’m being real, still does.

Have you ever felt someone's feelings before they've said a word
Fiddled with their tresses and fondled their stresses
Have you ever been enamored by a crown you couldn't see? 
By a glow that took you in so deeply captured like a blanket glazed like the sun
Have you ever felt overwhelmed with gratitude? 
Overtaken by a sense of almost undeserving pride? 
By a woman placing her trust literally in your hands when you can tell she's never trusted anyone else so confidently before