I wrote this awhile ago but circle back around to it every now and then.
I don’t know why I think I will reach a place in this journey where there won’t be days I’m overwhelmed. Wishful thinking, I guess.
Anyway, even with lots of good and beautiful and wonderful things happening all around me, I still get to the end of my emotional, physical and mental resources on a regular basis.
And then I just need to draw my head in my shell, hunker down and lie low until I can get some rest and perspective. ❤
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.
Read the rest here: Spent