I feel I have much to say, but not two minutes to sit and say it. Nor the capacity to do anything that isn't in little thought fragments.
Like how I found a part time job in my field posted this week and I was sorely tempted to take it. And how, when I decided I couldn't for a variety of reasons, it opened up much conversation about me finding SOMETHING, but how does one find freelance jobs when they've been so out of it?
Or like how I took this picture last spring at my parents and recently blew it up and it's on my wall and I love it?
Or that I have so much to say on the topic of compassion and imperfection and Brene Brown and courage and I've had a draft of a post waiting for days, but I haven't had a second to sit down and form the words.
Or that I've had a tough week - beyond tough - with OCD raging and everything closing in and I just HAVEN'T had one of those times for months and I forgot how they take it out of me?
Or so much more - purging my closet, how I'm down to four purses, not yet sitting down and watching Scandal, or Bun Heads. (Though I did find time for Nashville, if we're being honest...). How I feel like I haven't seen my husband for days and I'm not connecting with anything like I should. How I'm grateful both Isaac and Sammy have today off and maybe (just MAYBE!) I can find a few hours of down time. How I've been eating yogurt and fruit like it's going out of style and how my kid is growing (again!) and is going to be seven this summer. How I need to start planning vacation and not be jealous two of my oldest friends are meeting up in Paris this spring. How one of those friends is coming to my house on Tuesday and I.CANNOT.WAIT.
But all of that will have to wait for another day because I need to have a mental health day and catch my breath. In the worst way.
(pride, u2...now I just want to watch rattle & hum.)