It’s a mess in there.
But, it’s a necessary part of life.
I wake up (or rather, lie awake) with a hypnotizing buzz in my mind. I race from petal to petal, gather tiny golden specks, send messages to other workers, and always return home.
At times, I wonder how long this pace can be maintained. I realize the answer: as long as I want. Which leads me to a grand admission: I like it.
It is my right to choose this life. It is my obligation to choose to be me.
While I toil away, I smile at the steady hum of my life.
I am needed.
I am valued.
I am useful.
I am challenged.
At this thought, the weight of my burden lightens under my wings. I am no longer the worker, but the queen.