There are some weeks that are just exhausting. Completely, utterly, inexorably exhausting.
Did I use enough adjectives to get my point across?
I am exhausted.
For various reasons, both large scale and small, this week has been hellish.
Ever spent a week cleaning up after two kids with a stomach bug?
Add that to current events.
Add that to rehearsals, and work, worrying about getting fired from work for having to take so many days off to care for my sick children, and the list goes ever onward.
Just like that run-on sentence did. 😅
I have felt small, and crushed, and helpless so many times this week that the feelings nearly overwhelm.
I’m trying to keep my head above the waves though.
Trying not to drown.
When I feel this way I try to cling to the things that matter to me.
If I can’t work up the energy to reach out to friends or family, I cling to even tinier things.
Pieces of flotsam, rather than lifeboats.
Things like the fact that my coffee this morning tastes delicious, the sun is shining outside, and the tree beyond my window is a beautiful yellow green.
I shared my post about small steps yesterday to try to remind myself of where my mind was this time last week. I needed the reminder.
Now I just need to remind myself that weeks like this one don’t last forever.
That if I keep taking those small steps, clinging to the flotsam, and finding my lifeboats when I have the energy to, I will still be moving forward.
Sometimes that’s all we can do,
and that’s okay.
I’m off to try to take a few more steps. Take my hand if you need help taking some too.