I feel like I’m depressed again. I have that overwhelmed, I just want to stay in my pajamas, can’t handle more than what’s in front of me kinda thing going on. I wake up, put out fires, and go to bed. I feel unfocused, unproductive, and unlovely.
I have a case of the Uns.
But to be honest, I’m really busy, too, and I have a low tolerance for busy.
Busy makes me shut down. Busy makes me cling to things like my husband and my couch and my bowl of cereal. Busy makes me say no to fun things because it’s too much work to have fun.
So now I wonder, have I picked my sliver well?
I think it’s time to regroup, refresh, and reset my priorities.
Nothing cures a case of the Uns like a dose of the Re’s, amiright?