I am in a funk. So much so, that I haven’t even been compelled to write anything lately.
…and for me, that is rare.
Every January, February, and early March, I find myself here. I don’t know if it is lack of sunshine, an abundance of illness, or just the everyday blah of cold weather and dark nights.
What I do know?
I. Am. Tired.
So totally tired.
Lately, I have been okay with just not thinking or analyzing my situation and feelings. To be truthful, I feel so exhausted each day that I no longer have the energy to ruminate and over-process every little thing.
The days are going by in such a blur, I feel like I am really only able to get the essential things done, come home, go to bed, get up, and start over again. It is the reality of the working mom.
I am continuing with therapy. I am continuing to read Daughter Detox. I just haven’t had the energy lately to do much about any of it.
It isn’t really a good or bad thing.
It is just a tired thing.
I am in a funk.
I am ready for spring.
…and a really long nap.