A few months ago, I checked back into my Vermont hotel room and accepted my fate: snowed in; no way out. I took some time that night to sit out on the hotel balcony, watching the snow continue to fall, staring out at the monochromatic landscape, and listening to the utter quietness. That night, I was introduced to a phenomenon not often present where I live. Loud cracks, sharp breaks, distant crashing sounds. It took me a few minutes to discern the noise, then I saw it happen.
A perfectly healthy-looking branch, weighted down by the snow, just fell free from its tree and crashed to the ground. Weight; I have seen this happen before, in myself and those around me, in my workplace and out in public, out in the open and kept behind office doors. Weight, whether tangible or intangible, can be burdensome, can slow you down, and, given enough time and inattention, can literally render you unable to maintain.
How often do you check your own weight or the weight of those around you?