ADMITTING YOU NEED HELP...
...can be a good thing, sometimes...

"Pride goes before a fall", the old adage says. A good example is a big tree that's been blown over by the wind. Because the tree wouldn't bend, the wind just snapped it in two. We all "try to do it all", and perhaps for a while, we can. Maybe we're all excited about the new job, so we toss in a little extra adrenalin in order to keep up that high pace of performance. But, 4,5,6 or more years into a job, the outlook can change. All of a sudden, it's hard to keep up that high pace of performance. Sometimes things just have a way of "sluffing off". What used to be so very easy just a short while ago, all of a sudden, is more than a person can bear. I've been in jobs where I was excited to have the new job, and I worked, worked, worked, produced, produced, produced. But as time went by, I just kinda got tired, shell-shocked and weary. Hopefully I'm not the only person who's ever been a victim of this syndrome...



...after all, admitting that you have a problem is the first step to recovery. Of course, no matter how badly one performs the Presidency, he's set with a pension and Secret Service protection the rest of his life. So, maybe "just holding office" is the important thing.
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This foto was stolen from www.spokesmanreview.com/blogs/hbo, which is probably more conservative in general concerning its view of the current Prezzidential administration than I am. Oh well...