I’ve been feeling despondent for days. Because I haven’t been writing. Because I haven’t been doing yoga. Because both yoga and writing—the two things that were supposed to save me—make my arm and shoulder hurt. I’ve been mad at myself for breaking my 30-day challenge. For not doing anything that fulfills me. For floundering. For not being able to figure out how to fix my life. For losing my sense of humor. For snapping at Aidan. For moaning to Harlan. For feeling like a whiner. For not appreciating the many good things in my life.
I realize the fix probably has something to do with putting one foot in front of the other. Lowering my expectations. Crossing small tasks off a list. Putting one word after another. But I haven’t been able to do it. It feels so hard.
My friend Alysia sent me this today. And it was exactly what I needed to hear.