There’s usually a moment later in the day where I sit down on a stool in the kitchen and think, ‘Wow, I don’t think my brain can take much more functioning.’ Today, that happened nearly the moment I stepped back into the house from storytime at the diocesan library this morning (11am, peeps). Ever have one of those days?
I struggle when this brain-tired overtakes me. I still managed to get things done, but it’s very blurry by this point – the end of the day. And I definitely don’t feel like I can appreciate anything that really happened to me. Then I start to wonder how much of life happens to me in this way. And even the terminology gives it away – it’s a passive thing – life happens to me, not me engaging in life. And then I continue down that path a further 5-10 minutes before I realise that I’m just sitting here pondering the useless theory of ‘what if’ and ‘maybe when’ whilst I should really be washing dishes or making supper. Brain-tired. It seriously perpetrates itself once it gets started, and then I lose more time to the nothingness that I ponder about.
“Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.” Apparently it’s either Paige Satchel or A.A. Milne who can be given that quote. I just wish I could sit without thinking for once. (Stellar artwork par moi)
And that, dear friends, is all I can fathom to come up with today. I’m totally rockin’ this blogging for 7 days thing, eh? (only…er…4 whole days of blogging left…)
I’m writing seven posts in seven days this week (or trying to, anyway). To check out other bloggers who are doing the same (and likely better), see the list here.