Some days it is hard to do anything. Today is one of those days. I feel like I’m just dragging my butt around. It is heavy but I’m moving it somehow. Now I’m trying to write. My wrist is limp and achy. It would be easy not to bother and just sink into my lethargy. I have many days feeling like this. It would be disastrous if I give into my rathers. I’m such a whiner but at least I’m doing it in my own space. Nobody has to listen. They can tune out or turn me off and I wouldn’t be any the wiser.
That is the beauty of having my own space to come to. I can tap my heart out, exuberantly if I’m excited and enthused. I can cry and whine if I am sad. I’m letting off steam either way. No one is bothered. I’m not hurting anyone. It’s all my own stuff. Then I could move on to the next best thing.
Some days the next best thing is just picking up the pieces. Today I picked up a lot of dog hair. On days like today, they’re everywhere – in clumps. That’s what you have when you have a dog. But she is so precious and loving. She’s worth all that hair. She gets me out whether I want to or not. And that’s a good thing.
Well, that’s about it. Nothing more to say.