Yesterday, Friday the 13th, did not go as planned. Consequently, neither did today. But while my work day was less than great, my night ended up being pretty awesome.
I think seeing my therapist the day before relieved some of the pressure that had been building up inside. And that really seemed to make a difference. I was way less stressed than I have been lately, whether it was just two of us, or when we were joined by more later. I had fun.
I drank far too much beer, and far too little water. Don’t even care. We stayed later than we ever have. Didn’t even matter.
Well, it did a little this morning, but I’ve been pretty good today, too.
I slept in, did two loads of laundry, donated some books to the building’s “library” in the laundry room, got groceries…I’ve been taking it easy but still getting a lot done. I feel like that’s different, too. I can’t do everything, and that’s okay. I got to spend almost the whole day with these critters I love, Brody is a really good laundry assistant (though not the best writing assistant – super distracting), and while I’m tired with lots to do tomorrow, I’m not burned out like I have been so often lately.
I guess, in this case, it’s good that things didn’t go as planned. Or maybe it’s just good that I let them – that I was able to just be, and not feel the need to bottle everything up and try to make myself feel differently than I do.
In the meantime, I am tired enough that stringing words together is hard, so I’ll stop for now, and try again tomorrow.