Wow. I'm just so tired! It's been one full-on week. I feel like sleeping for a whole day. I just got back to Elsendorp and my mood has just dropped, but that's probably a combination of being back to the real world, as well as being so tired.
It kind of feels like coming home from a holiday and having to go back to work, and knowing the work has piled up while you've been away. Nothing has happened here while I was gone, no boxes packed or moved or organised. I also need to sort out my large pile of washing. But first I have to sort out the pile of clean washing that I did before I left. And I just don't feel like it. I don't feel like doing anything. I feel pretty knackered. I should probably just deal with stuff in the morning. But I feel deflated knowing it's back to boxes and trying to get rid of stuff and unsuccessfully trying to sell stuff online.
I will try and use my week of fun to motivate me to get back into it. Use the good feelings to fuel the energy to keep going. But I feel so very alone in all this. It's me and the boxes and stuff and I don't know what to do with it all. I need to somehow convert the joy I've felt all week to support me into taking action here. Maybe today is not the time to think about it all. Perhaps I should just read a book and eat some dinner and then go to bed. I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning. (I can already hear people's advice ringing in my head to do just that and let it all go, thank you to for those who are beaming that advice to me right now with their brains. I hear you.)
Right, book, food bed. Will do.
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