I might be the only one who feels like this, but… sometimes I feel like everything—all the regular stuff, the getting up and the going through the day and the being a person—I feel like it’s all too much and I don’t want to deal with any of it.
And I’m not just talking about Monday mornings.
Sometimes nothing’s working. Sometimes you get worn out. Sometimes you need to shake things up.
You can wallow in that frustration and angst, or you can take a nap (avoidance for the win!). Or you can do something about it.
If Door Number Three sounds appealing, I have some questions for you over at No Sidebar. (I love good questions. I think the right question can change everything.)
Nothing was wrong, exactly, but everything felt like too much. I felt worn-out and overcommitted, possibly because I was both of those things, and I didn’t want to deal with any of it.
When I’m looking at my to-do list and thinking that I kind of hate everything, something has to change. (What has to change is not the fact that I am overdramatic. That never changes.)
I didn’t always know that. I used to think “self-care” sounded too much like “selfish care,” so I would try to buckle down and power through. Now I know better. Taking care of myself—and making my life work for me, not against me—is part of my job as a grown-up.