It’s been the most trying month in September. On most days, I barely get through the day with a breather, largely being inundated with matters that require my attention. Even during lunch, I’d be lucky to finish my meal without getting interrupted. Not that I’m new to this but over the past month, it has greatly intensified.

To say that I’m not stressed out would be lying. Although I may not show that I’m under pressure on the outside, I’m experiencing this psychologically as the lack of quality sleep hits hard. Like the analogy of the duck, I may be all calm and still on the surface but underneath, I’m working myself to the bone to get the job done.

Coupled with several major events in the month, it was indeed crunch time as I was stretched to my limits. Even when I was sick with a burning temperature and lacerated tonsils, I couldn’t just drop everything on hand and get some rest. Fortunately recovery came fast and soon it was back to the grind. As the saying goes, tough times don’t last but tough men do.