It’s starting. I’m starting to feel less burned out. Less overwhelmed. Finishing up all the shit that’s built up on my plate over the last year or so is finally, finally starting to get wrestled under control. And I feel SO MUCH BETTER for it.
Liz and I, for example, just had a little impromptu date night. We went over to the Farmer’s Market and got hot chocolate from Willams-Sonoma—if you don’t know about their hot chocolate, holy shit get on that—and then decided to eat there since neither of us had dinner yet. Umami Burger. Outside. Just us. It was perfect.
Just a couple weeks ago, that would have stressed me the fuck out to take the time to do something like that. Sigh. That’s horrible. I don’t like that. Too much is too much. Work and writing is enough. Plus the house. That’s MORE than enough work.
I mean…it’s a guarantee I’ll overextend and overdo it again. It’s in my nature. But, I just want to take stock of this moment where I’m not overwhelmed and acknowledge it. Breathe it in for a moment. This is where I want to be. On top of my shit not because I had to kill myself to get it done, but because I lightened my load to a proper amount.
Liz and Coops are home. Coco is snoozing and happy. Life is beautiful.
Night night.