It's Not About Me
Here I am... a hot mess. Sitting on my couch, drinking Shocktop and eating chocolate chips. I want to cry and scream and vent and hide and sleep for days. Although, in the grand scheme of things (I use that reference a lot, I think), there really isn't anything that bad going on. Work is more stressful and hurtful than usual. I'm climbing out of a post-marathon running slump. Recent decisions in our country have my head spinning, even though I usually don't keep up on politics and court matters. My check engine light is on. We are in the middle of logging part of our property. My husband's grandpa has been sick, which has us worried and distracted. I'm spending a lot of time worrying about how it all affects me... and my kids... and my marriage. I'm questioning a lot of things. Hating that I'm feeling like I'm bobbing aimlessly. I slack on a lot of things. I procrastinate. But I'm not a quitter. ...