After giving myself a stern talking-to, I did manage to haul my ass down the street to yoga class tonight.
Didn’t go last week ‘cos I thought I was coming down with the plague. Still feel that way but no plague in sight so no reason not to go. It’s the plague that cried wolf, clearly. Last week it was in my ear tubes. Now it’s made my throat feel rough – hot and sandy. Like I was screaming my lungs out at a concert the night before. Feels just like the beginning of the flu but it never advances into full-blown disease. Weird.
As I knew would happen, I was glad I went to yoga once it was done…but the gettin’ there?! Oh man.
Received 2 Christmas cards in the mail today. Reminding me that I need to do mine – especially the ones for overseas. I usually love doing this (as I love going to yoga) but right now Everything is Hard.
Yoga, Christmas, writing this blog post…you name it. Everything. Is. Hard.
I’ve had a tree up for over a week but nary a decoration on it yet. And no inclination to hang any. I will have to force myself to do this, as I forced myself to put the tree up in the first place, and forced myself to go to yoga. And will force myself to send out Christmas cards.
This is not me.
But obviously it IS me. For now, for this time. I am sure this too will pass.
But right now, I accept that Everything is Hard.