This actually happened one day last week and I was too ashamed to post it. I’m better now. But it took three days to recover from that emotional, physical, psychological and spiritual low point.
It required that I extend the grace to myself I would extend to another.
That’s actually harder than it sounds for someone who prefers to think of herself as the “good girl” and the “strong one”.
There’s only so much a body can take in a day. And I’ve reached the limit.
Started out pretty good-up with the chickens and settled into my rocking chair with a cup of coffee and my journal.
But it didn’t last. First one thing and then another-unexpected, unwelcome, uncomfortable-life just comes flying and all I can do is hang on.
Emotions run wild. Frustration reigns.
Why can’t things go like they are supposed to???
I am just so. very. tired. So very tired of dragging my heart through another day.
I’m trying to find the happy in this mess.
I’m trying to look on the bright side.
I think I’ve reached my quota for today.
I don’t care if it is only noon.
I‘m going to bed.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.