Hello friends,
It's been one hell of a week—lots of stress and lots of walking. My brain is in need of a medically induced coma, and my leg feels ready to fall off. But on the plus side, I had a bit of a medical marijuana breakthrough and found a strain that has been doing a pretty damn good job of keeping me calm. Also, NASCAR starts up again tomorrow. For those of you who aren't aware, I'm a massive NASCAR fan. So, all in all, balance.
Balance has been the lesson of the week for me. Everything around me feels like a massive blur of insanity, and I'm just trying to stay centered. Mainly, that meant reading and writing and finding other ways to stay calm. I didn't get much work done this week, but I'm trying not to beat myself up too much for that. Instead, I'm choosing to be proud of myself for not having a total breakdown. I didn't hit the extremes on either end of the spectrum, so that's a small victory, at least.
I'm keeping this one short this week. Honestly, my head's not really in it. And rather than trying to ramble off something poetic or existential so that I'll seem all put together, I'll leave you with the reality: Sometimes life is just a cluster-fuck.
Here's to better weeks ahead. I'll see you then.
Yardena