I hate Mondays.
I don’t know how a day on the calendar can have so much power, probably because I give it power.
But today has been a terrible Monday.
Bad things started at 5am after a sleepless night (and I was in bed by 7pm, so I SHOULD have been well rested). It’s just snowballed all day, culminating with news I had been waiting for some time for….and it turned out to be bad news.
All of it separately was completely manageable. A tile in the kitchen broke – I can glue it. I chipped my favorite mug – not really sure how that’s salvageable, but I’ll figure it out. My decorative pumpkin on the porch blew away – I had to run through a deluge of rain to fetch it. (There’s more, but I’l spare you the whining.)
But it’s like a dogpile. Every time I found a solution to one thing, another would pop up. Like Whack-A-Mole, but with bullshit. The more I write about it, the more I think about it and the more I want to just crawl in my bed and hide.
So I crawled in my bed with my laptop and worked from bed. Working from home comes in handy sometimes.
But the problem is, in my room I can hide from my problems. If I don’t get out of bed, I don’t have to look at the messy kitchen. I don’t have to face the growing “Get Out” pile in my living room, or the general detritus that seems to be gathering.
This is a turning point.
I can slide back into my habits of crappy eating, I can allow the house to go back to piles everywhere, I can gather all of my random belongings around me like the Trash Heap from Fraggle Rock.
I can go back to who I used to be, messy and chaotic and slightly off balance all the time. I can do that, if I choose.
But what good will that do?
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