Today feels like a wasted day.
It’s not that it didn’t have productive elements. (A walk, yoga, reading, paperwork, studio work, and cleaning). I did enough of the “what” to make progress on some things. Lots of it was a privilege even though some of it not preferred.
“How” I did the “what” in my day is another story all together.
I was annoyed. I was in my head overthinking and defending. I was hot. I felt itchy. I felt lonely and not seen. I didn’t smile. It was a sunny and hot day and I didn’t leave the house all afternoon even though I could have.
As I write, the grumpy aura still surrounds me.
What to do?
Blame others? Blame myself? Talk it out?
Minimize it? Avoid it? Breathe and trust that this too shall pass? Pound pillows? Dance?
Write a blog post (which itself could be an intellectual dodge)? Eat chocolate chips? Overthink it more?
The only things I haven’t done yet are dance and pound pillows. These are what might help me most but I’m not promising anything. What if it actually works and I need to let go of my little funk?
One thing I will do is press publish because I’ll bet that I am not alone in this.