The other day, it seemed like a dark cloud was following me everywhere I went.
I woke up from a not-so-restful sleep to the sound of bulldozers shaking the entire house. An old neck injury flared up. We were surrounded by smoke from nearby forest fires, which was making me cough and feel altogether crappy.
I took the day off from work, and I wandered around the house not sure what to do with myself – I just wasn’t in the mood for anything, and I felt like my life was just passing me
I’ve been wanting to write a new post here for several days. I would open up a “New Post page” and wait for inspiration to come. And wait. And wait. And wait some more. And yet nothing came. I felt like I was trying to force something rather than simply allowing myself to honor where I was.
I just wasn’t in a place where I felt that I could inspire and uplift and shine light. I’ve had a rough few days, to be completely honest – some of the lowest that I can remember
I woke up this morning in a funk. Even though I had gotten a full night’s sleep, I felt tired. Even though I had absolutely no reason to be feeling sad, I thought I might burst into tears.
So I went about my routine with this dark cloud over my head. I checked my email and just felt blah. I ate my breakfast and felt like I was just going through the motions rather than enjoying it.
I was pretty miserable. And I couldn’t figure out why.
I know that moods come and go. I know that it’s
Let’s imagine that everywhere you went, you carried a heavy backpack. You weren’t sure why – it’s not even like you needed it. But it’s something that you’ve done for as long as you can remember. It’s just something that was normal to you. You couldn’t even really remember what was in it.
So, one day, you set it down and opened it up. And you began to pull everything out of it. It had been so long that it was as though you were seeing the contents
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