Cup Runneth Over

I had a small dose of familiarity.  I fell into rhythm for a week.  It caught the eye of management.  I had my tasks complete and found more to take on.  For seven straight work days I was me.  As I'd walk out of work with a sweaty work shirt, my GTL would ask me where the change came from.  The only answer I had was "A need".  And then I began to think.  And lost my cadence.  I fell off and was sinking again.  Determination got me through a lot in my past, but this needs so much more.  I got the break I needed from the sluggish pace, and am starting to get in the gear I need to be in.  "Not every pony grows up to be a Pegasus".  I love that line.  It's from an artist I truly revere.  I may not be a Pegasus, but I am definitely a beast of burden.  You know, even though by most accounts I've been the burden.  I see where I need to go.  I've caught the attention of those above me.  I may not take the fastest route, but it is mine nonetheless.  This one is less than normal in my writing.  And shorter.  More like a note on a refrigerator.  To the one I've let down.  I'm sorry..."I may be bleeding, but I'm still standing".  Forever in your debt.  :r