This week is going to be a doozie. Today is going to be a doozie. I’ve got meetings solid from 9:30 through to 5:30 with a one hour break mid- afternoon. I’m still not 100% recovered from last week and will have to try really hard to put my game face on.
It was a long weekend, but after working yesterday for half the day, I kinda just feel like I could use one more day off.
No. I don’t need another day off like this past weekend, cooking meals and tending to the dishes and peoples needs. I need a day off that’s a “me” day. So selfish.
The truth is. I feel like walking but have nothing to write about today.
The real truth is that I’m groggy and don’t want to walk. I want to lie back down.
But the Universes honest truth is that I haven’t quite woken up yet.
This is just a Dream.
I’m 11 minutes into this treadmill dream and things seem normal. My cat is here with me. There’s music in my ears. I have a phone in my hand, but the spacial distortion in my brain is wonky.
I’m cruising my mental checklists.
- I’m low on caffeine
- I’m low on sleep
- My stomach feels empty
- I’m not getting proper exercise (or sunshine) as it’s been overcast and raining for days and days now.
So selfish. I’m not sure I can fix this. I might be stuck here. If you can’t beat em, you might as well join em. I’m going to mix up some metaphors and drink them down.. see what other dreams may come.