Le sigh. Neck is sore. It means I’m stressed out, and it’s pretty easy for me to figure out why: I’ve let resistance get the best of me the past week or so. Pretty much ever since we had house guests not last weekend, but the weekend previous.
Nothing they did! At all! In fact, quite the opposite: it was so wonderful to have them, it (rightly so) threw me off my game. Le sigh.
I will recover. I want it to happen tomorrow, but first: I just need to get some rest and calm the fuck down. I get so wound up. I try not to…but when it’s happening, that’s just another form of being wound up. So…
Sleep.
Gonna get it. Gonna prioritize it. Rest even more than sleep. Relax. Chill. Sit down and get the ball rolling again, no matter what that looks like. Just a little positive momentum is all I need to get right back to where I was.
Night night.