If you were to ask me how I’m feeling these days, and I told the truth, I would tell you that I’m tired.
There’s a heaviness in my chest where my heart should be, like it’s been replaced with a stone. It hurts to breathe, to think, to exist. I’m physically exhausted, but my brain never gets tired. There’s always something new to worry about, some fresh anxiety to keep me awake late into the night.
Sometimes self-care means not making a to-do list or, really, any other sort of plans.
In less than 48 hours, I’ll be back in my home state of Michigan, for what could (if we’re being generous) be called a “long weekend”. My dear husband got himself invited to a conference and I’ll be splitting a few days between my parents. I wish it was more time, so I could see all of the people I love who are spread out across the state, but at least I’ll get to see my parents.
Today we took advantage of the nice weather and went into DC. While the cherry blossoms aren’t at peak bloom yet thanks to cold weather (it snowed less than two weeks ago!), they were still pretty impressive. We also managed to time our visit to coincide with the Blossom Kite Festival. Despite my husband’s claim that kite enthusiasts are “nerds” (ahem), I think we both had a good time.
I took a ton of pictures:
It feels like every time I take a step forward these days, I end up having to take two or three steps back. Continue reading
I’ve had so many words just itching to escape through my fingertips recently, but no time to let them out. There’s always something else that is or should be more important–a chore, a deadline, work, the cat wanting attention, etc. These are all good things, yes, but now I have time to write!