So, I know it’s been a week since I said I was going to be posting “every other day,” and I have yet to do so.
It’s been hard, this week. I’ve been foggy and unsure as to why I can’t seem to prioritize the things I want (and know I need) to do that keep me going.
It might be the weather. It might be me. But it might, in fact, be both.
I’m sad to see how distracted I get, to recognize how cluttered my mind is and not know what to do with it. And I freeze.
Where do you begin when it seems like it’s too much to start? When the answer is not easy?
I woke up sick this morning, tossing and turning, not wanting to get out of bed and ready for work. I called in sick, and it’s been a bit of a blur ever since.
I cancelled all of my plans and simply stayed in. At one point I went downstairs to make myself some chicken soup. And just a bit ago, I found myself singing about butter as I whipped up a sandwich.
I’m tellin’ you, it was a blur.
And all throughout the day I had this nagging thought: “Cecilia you’re not doing what you said you would.” It was calling me out for not having blogged all day nor last night.
And now that I’m actually doing it, another nagging thought: “Cecilia, why did you wait until now? You had all day.”
And to it I say: “Cool it, will ya? I got it done. Now, I’m going to go watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, just because I can.“