I am looking at the wrong week on the calendar again

Looking under the wrong name & making assumptions 
I always forget to click to the date encompassed by 
The red circle meaning TODAY 
Like a target painted it’s back hoping the arrow 
Will find it’s way to puncture the punctuality of it all 
 
I make little flyers & think myself an expert 
Because i have been on the other side of it all 
Lounging on the couch while being asked
And how does that make you feel 
So i make little reminders of skills taught 
And cross my fingers that i don’t overstep 
 
I am still finding my footing here
Like a tightrope walker
There are so many more things that i can’t 
Do than things that i can 
Which makes my heart palpitate
And my sternum ache from all the empathy 
I can or can’t show depending on the day 
The policy is so quick to change 
 
Medicaid likes to deny my services
Like i am unnecessary for clients wellbeing 
I am boots on the ground for the therapist 
Sitting in the trenches with the clients 
Hoping to god the bomb doesn’t explode
Today, or worse when I am not there
There is no out of sight out of mind 
When the world is so unstable