Last night, as I neared the end of my day, my brain was full of all kinds of things to say. I felt happy and satisfied and looking forward to today and this holiday weekend and the rest of this summer. I should have gotten out my notebook and put pen to paper. I should have tried to capture the fine details of those moments. I didn’t.

Instead, I opted to just cruise through my evening enjoying the feeling. I opted to take a drive with Jim and watch a show and go to bed early.

And today I can’t remember what I was thinking. Whatever it was has dissolved into the abyss. I’m tired from not sleeping well and no longer excited about the day. My list already seems too long and unmanageable. I’ve got all day to get stuff done but just don’t want to do any of it.

Something happened between last night and today and isn’t that strange? Probably not.

My kids are at their Dad’s for the holiday and Jim is taking his boys camping for a few days too. So I’m going to be solo most of the next 48 hours. Last night I was inspired by the prospect of doing my own thing for a couple of days. And today, I’m already feeling kinda alone.

Maybe that’s the cause of my mood shift? Or maybe it’s the realization that even though I’m alone, I still have a ton of things to get done and will not really even have a choice of what to do.

It could also be this string of depressing songs that are coming up in my iPhone shuffle this morning. 🤷‍♀️

Life is strange and mysterious. And, that’s just about all I have to say about things today.

Peace,
~Miss SugarCookie