Writer’s Journal
Too Much
Ignore it, keep moving forward.
It happened when someone asked me, “How are you?” I was startled by the question because, at that moment, I felt overwhelmed by my life’s pressures. I still feel so overwhelmed that I am crying while writing this piece. June was too much, and it carried on into July. I did not know how to answer the question because I did not know that anyone was paying that much attention to me. But then, I realized I was not paying attention to me either. I was rolling along doing what I do: cooking, cleaning, working, writing, listening to the woes of family members, shopping, entertaining weekend guests, going to the gym, and so on and on. I am tired. I have not had a good night’s sleep in months. I don’t mean to complain; I must say it out loud!
So, I am going to give myself a break. I have two consulting requests this week that I will reschedule for another time. I am going to the gym, if for no more than to lie in the sauna for a bit. I am not going to cook for the rest of the week; we will have to go out or do take-out. In other words, I am calling a halt to everything. The only sad story I am going to listen to is my own.
