Oh my goodness, this is so me right now, currently under my duvet on my day off. And, oh what a cold, grey, horrible day. Other than a doctor’s appt., at 11:20am, the rest of my day off will be spent under my duvet.
It’s Monday. The sky is a wrinkled sheet of grey. The dawn chorus is chiding me for staying beneath my duvet just a little longer.
Just as I brace myself for a change in texture, from brushed cotton to cold clothing, the rain starts to patter and I falter.
Today I have made space to falter. I am slowing down. I am keeps things to a minimum.
Energy has been spent on the good sort of socialising and like a torpid, overstuffed lion, I am sated. I will metaphorically sleep off the stupor and emerge re-energised.
My social hangovers don’t hold the pressures they once did. I am not pushing myself on, so the headaches aren’t pounding in the background as I turn gears that are overheated and screeching. Instead I’m letting them idle.
Can’t think of the words right now? Not a problem, let them go, they’ll come back.
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