A Breath of Fresh Air
I felt a sense of calm, of peace, and of promise.
Somehow, today got away from me…hence the post at just after the clock turns toward tomorrow.
Too many deadlines, too much stress for too many reasons…all adds up to that overwhelming feeling of suffocation. Again. I think I am not quite back on track with my promise to refocus and concentrate on taking care of my Self better.
This afternoon, I hit a pretty low place. I know why. See above plus add less real and good quality sleep in the last three weeks than probably one full night. These bouts of insomnia — for whatever reason — are most assuredly not good. Everything is worse when I am tired. (I am starting to understand why Kidzilla has awful tantrums when she is overtired. I totally get it.)
Anyway, after my bottom-out this afternoon, I talked in person/on phone/via text with three different people who helped get me get my head back on straight. I calmed down. I took a few deep breaths. I got back to work.
When I walked outside to head home this evening, I stopped dead in my tracks. It was a startlingly beautiful evening. I actually stopped and stood there, mouth open, looking around. It was warm. People were outside enjoying the evening. There was a delightful breeze teasing…
