I almost did not post my writing today.

And I walked 5k instead of running 10k, sat in the car in indecision for 30 minutes, started and stopped 6 blog posts, and napped for nearly 4 hours. I didn’t get an ounce of work done.

I think I’m grieving. I lost a mentor and friend a couple of weeks ago, and a friend from high school died last night. I feel heavy and droopy like a dehydrated plant schlooping around town, dragging with it its soppy plant-parts.

What a strange analogy.

I know this is temporary, so I gave into the nap without beating myself up. I also acknowledge myself for going to yoga today, even though I didn’t really want to. (And, while I was there, I did my first handstand for several breaths without using the wall at all. That perked me up a bit).

And now I’m posting something simple, just to keep the energy going to and to keep my word to myself to post Monday through Friday whether I have something clear to say or not.

I’m working on being someone I can count on. I often break my word to myself, and the result is that I don’t trust that I can produce the results I want to produce. This often leaves me feeling like I can’t be the woman I want to be. So writing and posting this, even though my day did not go as designed, feels quite good.

Thanks for reading.

I wish you much beauty and peace.

In love and liminality,

Annie Rose