Stressed.
Yeah, that word sums it up. The hat my mom knitted for me comes off and goes right back on. It's been that way since December. I forget sometimes I have hair, except when I'm zipping up my coat, and it gets caught. Except when my scarf pushes the wild escape artists into my mouth.
You look tired.
I probably should be getting more sleep, but I don't try. My soul is too tired to give my body enough rest. There's the problem with hats - they don't hide eyes. I could disguise tired eyes behind makeup, but I don't give myself time. Dragged out of bed, and then I'm always running from one thing to another with gaping, empty hours between. Gaping, empty hours with my brain - a brain that thinks too much.
Shut up.
Funny thing about brains - they don't listen. The thoughts keep coming.
Shoulda, coulda, wish I woulda...
This train of thought is old, but it's the gift that keeps giving. I should spend my time more wisely. I could've used those gaping, empty hours to do this and this and this. I wish I would've because now I have an endless 'to-do' list.
You don't need to be stressed.
...Because saying that has always helped people not be stressed in the past.
Stressed.
I wonder if I'm going to be like this for the rest of my life. They say stressed out people live shorter lives. Do I want to live a long life? It sounds exhausting. And stressful. I'll get back to you in ten years.
Everything about this post is so admirable! Every word has purpose to it and the story about this makes it so compelling to read! I love that first paragraph where you talk about your hair getting stuck in your jackets zipper. This post is written so deeply too.
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OKAY! Now about the arm workouts! If you could email me I would love to get back to you with a few workouts. You can find my email on the contact page of my blog!
Thank you, Vanessa! I always appreciate your comments so much :)
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