I hope this post will be somewhat coherent. Maybe not. The gifts of the articulate fail me when I’m at optimal operating capacity, so I am not hopeful about how clear I can be right now.
I’m tired and getting low on fuel. Stopping or slowing down is not an option. I’m pretty sure I have a nasty cold right now, but I just can’t allow that to be any kind of factor. This isn’t life or death stuff, so pardon my dramatic tone. I think it helps with keeping me motivated. Somehow drama fuels my will and stagnacy makes me soft. So drama it is. I can exercise my will over my own body. I can dictate when rest is needed or how much energy I can direct to getting healthy. Again, none of this is life or death. I am reminding myself that I can and I will do it all.
And that gives me strength and energy. That will get me through until it’s time to rest. Then I will sleep a guiltless sleep, because it will all be done. And I’ll wake up and find more to do.
Maybe I’ll plant my balcony containers this weekend.
HRH
