Today was…
I was going to say a rough day. And it was. Not for any particular reason other than burnout, mind you…but still rough. Or, maybe “off” is the word.
But, it wasn’t just rough or off. It actually started off great. Or…no, it did start off rough. I didn’t get up. I didn’t get my writing done. But, then I had a genuinely great meeting with one of my clients. And I had a really smooth work day. And then in the late afternoon/early evening, it was rough. That vague sense of needing to do things, but absolutely no energy with which to do them. Floating anxiety. Stressed out for no specific reason because it feels like there are so many reasons to be stressed out.
I’m definitely fighting burnout right now, y’all. It comes in waves, but it’s also my constant companion, humming in the background. Still feeling like I’m not living in my own home yet, still feeling like my space isn’t quite mine yet, still figuring out my new routines, my new rhythms.
I’ll get there. I’m just not there yet.
And a very, very strong antidote to that is to get up out of bed on time tomorrow morning. It’ll be painful. My brain and body will have many, many reasons not to…but none of them are valid. I can do it.
Night night.