So the other day I wrote about going to yoga and feeling rather content with what was happening in my life overall. That was a nice Friday, followed by a insanely productive Saturday morning and afternoon. The evening imploded in itself a bit only due to lack of motivation to maintain the breakneck pace set throughout the day. My couch called my name and I answered.
Then I woke up in a funk of Sunday morning. It’s now Sunday evening and I’m ready to just go to bed. I went to yoga, napped, listened to a podcast series Stephen was exposed to recently, grocery shopped and we cooked dinner. Decent day on paper. However the actual day was just ick. Can’t point to how or why but everything has felt off. I am tired, exhausted even.
This has screwed up my contentment. It took my momentum right out from under me. I’m not feeling solid about anything. I’m feeling like I want to take to my bed by 9 pm and try to start over again tomorrow.
The girl who mistook her chair as a pulpit for the soles of her shoes 