It’s been a hard several weeks for me. Definitely hit a wall this weekend, and my psyche suffered because of it.
But…I’m not getting existential with it for once. Those thoughts were there, for sure, but I didn’t indulge them. Much. At the very least, I’m not indulging them now.
The problem has been very practical: I’m overloaded at the moment, and for reasons much beyond my control. It won’t last forever. And in the meantime, I simply need to adapt.
Things like getting to bed on time, which is what I’m doing right now. Making sure I get my writing sessions in when I can, which I will tomorrow. Don’t over-exert myself.
Wish me luck.