There are days where my mental wheels are spinning in place, the ruts getting deeper, the mud getting stickier, the thoughts growing more frantic as I consider the question: will I’ll actually wrench the vehicle of my mind from the muck of this tiredness and move forward?
There isn’t a photo for today. Might be a first, posting with no imagery.
I am needing to write, needing to problem solve, needing to communicate. And all variations of this feel like grey putty. Generally, when these feelings come on, food, water, or movement is the answer. So I’m telling myself: step away from this for a minute. Stand up, get out, walk around, eat something, assess the situation with some distance.
If this is you today, solidarity.