I’m trying to get some work done today. I have a list a mile long but can’t seem to step forward. There are clearly weights all over me, my arms, my legs, my heart. Everything feels weighed down. And air is made of soup; pea soup. Nothing brothy.
Today I went to submit something on my computer and the spinning thing in the middle kept spinning. I was grateful. Because while the spinning thing spins I can sit here waiting for it to quit spinning and not feel like I should be trying to do something else. I’m given a reprieve to just sit here and wait, and hope, that the spinning thing doesn’t quit spinning.